a giant pink bunny

i was going to share a landscaping story with you but i shall save it for a rainy day. yardwork is not my thing. not jeff's either. despite what he says. so what if he worked on a sod farm back in the 80's. i cleaned apartments. doesn't mean i like to buff floors. but like anything else in home ownership, it is a necessity. unless you relish the neighbors coming around with pitchforks saying 'mow the lawn, mow the lawn'...

like i said, a story for rainy day. and fay will soon be here according to dick, andre and melissa, the fox 8 cutie. by the way she is too pretty to do the weather. i take that back, she is exactly what cleveland weather needs. she is sunny and 80 all the time. cute girl. and i am not saying that all the other meteorologists in cleveland are ugly, she is just sharp and cute and the one i happen to watch in the morning. which is really the only time to watch the weather. once your out and about, you should know what the weather is doing. right?

back to what i was going to talk about.

yesterday jeff was home during the day doing what comics do during the day. screw off. just kidding. i will hear about that one. he was loading video onto his youtube page. which is JeffBlanchardComedy. i do not have the link but if you can get here, then you can there. right?
we all have to struggle a little don't we.

so he was busy doing that in the basement where his office is. where it belongs and where it will always be. you could imagine. disaster. low lighting please...and time will get away from him down there. he is able to have a little quiet and create whatever he needs to create. he can block out any noise. it is a gift. but i do bug the shit out of him. i always need to ask him something. although in my defense i will say that if he handled it after the 5 th time, i would not need/want to ask him again. and again...

i take off for about an hour or so. when i come back he is messing up the stove. i would say cooking but that is only a phase. it turns out to be a mess for me. you see how that works. second time that day i might add...i sit at my computer to comb thru all the emails i have from people superpoking me on facebook. i have a fb friend in jersey that i routinely superpoke. a comic by the name of alan kaye. funny guy. ok it is the only application i have left on my profile beside astrology. i refuse all the others... jeff is now sitting in the next room eating. i hear a chirp/beep. sounds like a cell phone or a smoke detector but somewhere else in the house.

i asked him if he heard the chirp. you know it is possible to imagine shit around here. he said oh yeah that has been going on. for how long i asked. awhile he said. now what the fuck. i get these kinds of answers from him all the time. for a bit. not too much. not too expensive. a little bit of money. not too late. these are the kind of answers you give when you are trying to get out of something. the man who makes a living on talking cannot seem give me an answer i can use. i want him to be articulate. you know, like he is on stage...

chirp. there it goes again. so now i get up from my important superpoking fest to try to figure out which smoke detector is chirping. they are hard wired in but i am pretty damn sure the 9 volt is talking to me. go figure. it was in the basement about 10 feet from his computer. where he was for most of the afternoon. and i bet that thing was chirping for 45 minutes.

so i found a battery in the fridge. isn't that where you keep them...and jeff replaced in for me. he is so handy isn't he. and we worked on it together. well at least i did...