It’s All Fun And Games Until Somebody Gets Covered In Cold Fondue

…I hate when that happens

So, here we are with no Violet post. How might that have happened? Read on.

How My Sunday Plans Got Royally Fucked

Oh, my droogies, I had such plans for yesterday. Some weed whacking, some housework, some writing, some reading of “White Night”, the Harry Dresden novel that came out last spring.

And then I went into my backyard and saw a limb splitting off from a tree.

A bigass limb that hangs over our roof. Every time the wind would move it, it would make scary cracking noises. I had to do something fast.

So, I went to Home Depot, bought an extendable pole saw (a manual pole saw, not a powered one) and spent over two hours on top of my house, in the heat of the day, sawing branches off of the limb so as to lighten it so it wouldn’t sway so much in the wind. Eventually, after about 47 heart attacks and muscle cramps in every part of my body, I had cut off enough of the damn thing so that, even if it does fall, it won’t fuck up the house.

Then I dragged my totally exhausted ass into the house, swilled down Ibuprofen and water, collapsed into my recliner and recuperated.

Nothing else got done the rest of the day. Dog bless my Sweet Angel of a wife for going and buying me beer and cooking dinner.

Violet’s adventures will continue tonight, I promise.