Curiouser and Curiouser
It's been a strange day all around. The sort of strange day that makes you half expect to see actual Puchuu bears running about the hallways of your apartment complex. Either that, or the day ending where you watch
Batman & Robin or
Battlefield Earth and start to think, "Hey, that movie wasn't so bad after all!"
Mel has also just informed me that should a Puchuu infestation be found in our apartment, we're moving.
Anyhoo, the day started out with my alarm clock going off at 10am. This wouldn't have been a problem...but the night before I had set it for 9am. It wasn't even a digital clock either; the alarm hand was still pointing at the big "9" when it was distinctly ten in the morning.
Then the water in the apartment was out. This wasn't really surprising, since the supers had warned us of it the night before, saying that a few water valves had to be replaced, and could we pretty please refrain from speaking to them in words that really shouldn't be repeated in front of small children. They hoped (and I stress,
hoped) to have the water on by 9am.
Six and a half hours later...the water was finally back on.
This proved rather problematic for me, since I had to be at work for noon and could not exactly shower. So taking some bottled tapwater we had stored in the fridge the night before, I doused my hair and gelled it up. I still haven't showered yet. I don't think my scent's reached the skunk-funk levels yet...though the skunk never does smell its own scent.
Added to this is that Shady, our beloved Shih-tzu does something auspiciously not Shady, and craps all over the rug. Sure, she has to do this on the rug, the one thing on the floor that needs to be washed, since the rest of the floor is vinyl tiles. Not to mention the night before, she must have dropped 3 pounds worth of the stuff in the snow while I was walking her at night.
But at least I wasn't the one to discover the evidence. Mel was. More specifically, her foot. At the risk of stating the obvious, she wasn't exactly thrilled. Especially since there was no water in the apartment aside from what we had bottled to wash the sole of her foot with.
Then I arrive at work, and discover as I pass some television sets at the Rogers store that Saddam Hussein has been captured. In all honesty, I half expected the U.S. to find him hiding out in Disneyland inside the
It's A Small World ride, where he was ethnically cleansing those dancing puppets on one of the continents.
The remainder of the evening has more or less been quiet, a mere echo of what strangeness slid in from underneath our front door this morning. I have yet to encounter a white rabbit with a pocketwatch scurrying about, but if I do, I'll share with you all a wonderful recipe for hassenfeffer.
Today's Lesson: look first, then step on the rug.
posted by Phillip at 8:30 PM
