"SpAnding Time"

Right now, as I sit, balancing peanut butter and honey on toast on my lap, yelling at the dogs "no humping!", and drinking my coffee, I am waiting for a set of keys to be cut. I ran down to the local hardware store, to pick up more rollers (still painting), and get some keys cut for the new tenant. I also ran down to the local newspaper, to have the lease photocopied. Normally, I would avoid the newspaper, after turning down a job there, but I didn't want to have to drive a half an hour West to get six pages of legal jargon copied. So, I mustered up all my guts and stopped in. Normally, I would have avoided the business like the plague, because I felt guilty about turning down the job. I really cannot say that they were flashing their smiles when I toddled in, but, I just needed my stuff copied, and I don't particularily care if I got a welcoming reception. Not that I was waiting for applause or cheers. So now, I am trying to fill in some time before I pick up the keys, and some more caulk. I need the PL stuff, honestly, if you are re-doing a bathroom, chuck the regular silicone and get the stuff that says PL. You won't regret it, and you can thank me later. Oh, as a side note it is International Speak Like a Pirate Day. So mateys, slap on yer eye patches, watch your starboard and riggin, and tie some knots.