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Hey guys. What’s going on? Just another normal day in the MacDonald household and by normal I mean I worked out (poorly and barely), went to paint (I basically made all my paintings worse) and now I’m attempting to make a list on all the shit that I’ve been avoiding but apparently are important and need to be done.
For example, I’m going away at Christmas with the family and haven’t made any arrangements for my animals, my fish (they’re not animals right?) and for the stuff that I need to do on vacation such as meals, food, and other shit.
So there’s that.
On top of that I haven’t done my paperwork (duh) and I haven’t filed my insurance (hate it) and I haven’t even managed to straighten out all this art stuff.
Other things I haven’t done: figured out Thanksgiving
Figured out Whine with Lynn
Figured out what I haven’t figured out!
I was considering talking about the world, politics, and the awful candidates but I can’t even. Let me just say that I don’t think hate is the answer. Also comparing an ENTIRE country full of people to a “rabid dog” isn’t very nice. Certainly as someone who is Jewish letting people just be killed in their country doesn’t seem like a terrific option either.
Also, we need firewood. Kevin called a phone number, which I gave him yesterday and had a most hilarious conversation with what was probably the person’s teenage son. Please read below:
Kevin: How much is a cord?
Kevin: how about ½ cord?
Kevin: that makes two ½ cords cheaper then a cord
Kevin: is that stacked and delivered
Kevin: how much is delivery?
Kid: Delivery on ½ cord is $25
Kevin: So then basically a ½ cord is $110
Kevin: and is delivery included in the cord?
Kevin: how much is that delivery?
Kevin: so that doesn’t make any sense. Two ½ cords are cheaper then a cord
Kid: I have the number of somebody else who has good wood
Kid: you should probably buy from them
Kid: I’ll text you the details
Kevin: you don’t have my number
Kid: yeah I do
Kevin: no you don’t, this is my home number. You need my cell
Kid: (big sigh) Ok
Kevin: are you ready
So all we can figure is that this kid was going to have to actually cut and stack the wood and didn’t want to so he actually told Kevin to buy elsewhere so he wouldn’t have to work. IT was so funny although I’m quite sure the kids’ father would not be amused.
End result: we still have no firewood.
Ok this was boring but I don’t give a shit. Have a great Thanksgiving. I need to get it together myself.