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Crash Bang
Sep. 2nd, 2021 09:24 pmFelt great about the day when I woke up and jumped into morning chores. Since we agreed not to feed them canned food on the regular anymore, I just gave everyone some treats in their usual spots. Julian asked after if I'd given them canned food or just treats and threw a small fit about wanting to feed them canned food. I'm pretty sure I didn't dream the conversation last night and there were near eruptions over his insecurity, so while it wasn't healthy, it was understandable. Gotta get him a therapist. Tim called me about the recent Supreme Court case and the implications for our governmental system. Largely beyond me, at least partly because I didn't read any of it. We also talked about the talk show and the items we still need. He was having trouble getting ahold of Joey so I messaged the group chat with a proposed meeting time and we got it scheduled. Julian apologized when he came home for lunch and we talked more about keeping their routine of being fed morning and evening, but still weaning them off canned food. Bassically, they get treats at 7 and sometimes that treat will be canned food.
The meeting with Tim and Joey was very productive, even if it got off on the wrong foot. Apparently all this time I'd been talking about a talk show Tim thought it was just a synonym for podcast. Better to have that clarification now than after buying a bunch of things. He said he'd come by in the evening to talk more about it and pick up his mail in ballot. When I went to refill my tea, I saw the new vacuum had arrived. Cheap and plastic, but I wasn't expecting a Dyson for $35. It felt pretty amazing to finally get all the fur and debris up, and Lady Miss Friday was even chilling on her closet blanket, so I ran it under the bed, too. I was going to maybe just mop the corner where the kids keep pissing in the bathroom but that turned into mopping the whole place. I wouldn't go so far as to call the floors "clean," but they were so much less gross.
Julian got home a little late because he stopped to pick up his new glasses. He doesn't like them but they're very Rivers Cuomo, and he looks great in them. He was impressed at the amount I cleaned, though he also asked if the vacuum was Fisher Price. He was going to make dinner later and we were going to offer some to Tim, but Pupple and the kids didn't get along terribly well. We chilled outside by the pool so the interactions would be minimal and controllable. We talked less about the show than the ballot, and there was a minor moment of confusion when we couldn't find his ballot to give. All taken care of. It got to be too late for dinner, but I never mind skipping a meal. I was going to try to stay up, again considered but didn't suggest fucking, and eventually called it a night around 10. Imagine my surprise when I heard bang, bang, bang on the door, baby. Julian was in a car accident. He was turning left and a car with no lights on ran into him. Physically, the damage was a sprained wrist or similar, but he was emotionally freaked. Some of that came out as yelling at me, though I was unperturbed. I put his bed down, checked if he needed anything else and crashed again. Only to be woken up a brief bit later because the police needed our insurance information. It took me a while trying to log into USAA before I finally just found the emailed insurance cards and showed them the laptop.
The meeting with Tim and Joey was very productive, even if it got off on the wrong foot. Apparently all this time I'd been talking about a talk show Tim thought it was just a synonym for podcast. Better to have that clarification now than after buying a bunch of things. He said he'd come by in the evening to talk more about it and pick up his mail in ballot. When I went to refill my tea, I saw the new vacuum had arrived. Cheap and plastic, but I wasn't expecting a Dyson for $35. It felt pretty amazing to finally get all the fur and debris up, and Lady Miss Friday was even chilling on her closet blanket, so I ran it under the bed, too. I was going to maybe just mop the corner where the kids keep pissing in the bathroom but that turned into mopping the whole place. I wouldn't go so far as to call the floors "clean," but they were so much less gross.
Julian got home a little late because he stopped to pick up his new glasses. He doesn't like them but they're very Rivers Cuomo, and he looks great in them. He was impressed at the amount I cleaned, though he also asked if the vacuum was Fisher Price. He was going to make dinner later and we were going to offer some to Tim, but Pupple and the kids didn't get along terribly well. We chilled outside by the pool so the interactions would be minimal and controllable. We talked less about the show than the ballot, and there was a minor moment of confusion when we couldn't find his ballot to give. All taken care of. It got to be too late for dinner, but I never mind skipping a meal. I was going to try to stay up, again considered but didn't suggest fucking, and eventually called it a night around 10. Imagine my surprise when I heard bang, bang, bang on the door, baby. Julian was in a car accident. He was turning left and a car with no lights on ran into him. Physically, the damage was a sprained wrist or similar, but he was emotionally freaked. Some of that came out as yelling at me, though I was unperturbed. I put his bed down, checked if he needed anything else and crashed again. Only to be woken up a brief bit later because the police needed our insurance information. It took me a while trying to log into USAA before I finally just found the emailed insurance cards and showed them the laptop.
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