I call a mulligen

If this house doesn't kill me, my own stupidity will. Drywall went up today. It looks rough, but they haven't taped yet so I am going to give them the benefit of the doubt that they'll pull it off.

This last weekend the girl's mom flew down to help with the house. Which was great cause I had a lot of work that i needed to finish before the drywallers came in this morning. The girls went shopping and picked up several things we would in the house (which was good, kept me from having to do it) but no sooner then 10 minutes after they got back on Friday, that Liz's dad calls to tell them that her Aunt had passed away. Off to Florida they go, this of course is where things start going down hill for me. I am not trying to take away from the hell she was flying into, nut simply stating the obvious need for us not to stay apart too long (its bad for my health).

Saturday, I burn two of my left fingers with a saw blade (yes they can get that hot in a very short amount of time). Sunday I bash one of tthose fingers with a hammer. And today I gash my head open while trying to break into my house (I'll get back to that).

Sunday night, I finially finish at the house and come home for a well deserved break to have Roan (evil cat #1) decided to piss on the carpet. After letting the urge to kill cat pass, I clean up the mess. Nelly (evil cat #2) decided that sleep was for the weak and wanted to help me overcome this problem.

Its sad when you look forward to going to work to excape the rest of your life. This afternoon I swing by the house to check on the progress. I notice quickly that when the crew left, they locked the only lock that I didn't have a key for. I am locked out of my own house!!! I look around for another way in. All the windows were secured except for where the window AC unit had been. There was only i piece of plywood covering the hole. I borrow a hammer from one of the neighboors and proceed to remove the wood. That went fairly smoothly but when i tried to left myself up into the window I misjudge where the cheap filler window was at and head butted it. It breaks and shards of glass rains down on me. I get a small but bloody gash on my head. One of the other neighboors runs me down to the local emergency clinic. No big deal small wound didn't need stitches; I have a peice of medical tape holding it together.

So to make matter worst, I get home to discover two things: the cats have learned to open the bathroom cabinet doors (tampons and Q-tips everywhere) and Evil cat #1 decided to piss on the same spot but this time got the towel I had left down there to from cleaning it yesterday.

Two more days, two more days until Liz gets back. I am not sure I'll survive that long. How did I manage to do this before I met her? Oh thats right, I didn't have a house or cats!!!!