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The Washington State Department of Transportation will be doing some road work along the highway next year, however, utility crews are doing prep work this year by moving utility poles. This means power outages at odd times, and heavy machinery making odd noises at odd hours of the night. Nothing like waking up to a backup alarm at 3:30am and thinking the house is on fire. Fuck! I snapped this dark photo outside my bathroom window. You can hardly tell what’s going on. They’ve got half the roadway closed, a flood light illuminating the work area, and flaggers at each end. This is supposed to go on until November. Then the real fun begins in the spring. Maybe (dare I say it?) a move to Seattle will be welcomed.
If you’ve read this bunch of shit last month, you’ll recall I won a $50 gift card to REI. I spent a considerable amount of time at their web site, and came to one conclusion. REI has fucking high prices. Holy hell! After much hemmin’ and hawin’ between a flashlight and socks, I settled on the socks. Fifty-six dollars and ten cents for six pair of socks and a knit hat. These better be some fan-fucking-tastic socks, that’s all I have to say.
Finally, over the weekend, I did a bit more barbecuing I grilled three out of the four days. On Labor Day, I made some awesome burgers. I mixed up 2.3 pounds of ground beef, a pound of ground sausage, an egg, and a quarter cup of A-1 steak sauce, and a couple of packets of Lipton soup mix. It all made seven patties about a half pound each. They were huge, and I had two of them topped with cheddar cheese and mayonnaise. Then the next day, I grilled two $10 steaks, each about 1.5 pounds. To say I was baking brownies is an understatement. That’s a lot of meat packed into one’s colon. Sweet sainted mother of Harvey Fierstein, that sounds queer. Tina says it’s probably more meat than her pillow-biting brother takes up his ass.
Anyway, two days and two and a half pounds of meat later, I spent a good 15 minutes in the reading room dropping some friends off at the pool. Finishing up took longer still. I was moments away from calling in Mike Rowe. A word to the wise; stick with name-brand paper. Avoid the generic wipe to save a couple bucks.
Aren’t ya glad I shared? Sorry. Maybe I should have warned ya. Then again, fuck being politically correct. Turds are funny.
A move to Seattle will never be welcomed…least by me.
So bring on the noise of construction.