Crappe au Lait

Regular readers of this blog (all 3 of you) may have noticed that I'm not particularly fond of people in general, and at least 16 of them specifically. (If you have to ask if you are one of them, then you probably are. I'm just sayin'.)

So, what is the best course of action for someone like me? Why, buy and run a small coffee shop, of course. Which is just exactly what I've done, and now I stand around and schlep Exorbitantly Priced Coffee to The Man on a fairly regular basis.

Woe to the public.

Because I Don't Have Enough To Do.

I'm getting have chickens.

Pictures and deliriously funny stories to follow.

Hurry Up and Wait (5 Hours to Delete the Pathetic Portion of Your Sad Little Post)

No, do not stab someone in the leg with a fork.

I'm waiting for the salesguy to call me back, to see if he can really pull a lower price for concrete out of his ass. (He's really fun at parties, believe me.) The foundation-layer-people (that is SO the correct term) are waiting for me to call them to schedule the pour. I'm waiting for the plumbing inspector to come and inspect the plumbing so the building inspector can come over and be an officious little jerk.

My god, this sounded SO much more interesting in my head. (And, oddly enough, it doesn't make it any more interesting when you put a line through it, 5 hours later. Huh!)

Um ... you know what?

Here's a picture of a monkey washing a cat.



Discuss.