Kids Say The Darndest Things

I can't believe I forgot this story.

So, during the 'trivia contest' - where we had no answers and one person who'd read the book years ago - there wasn't much going on in the answering department anyway. So summoneddestiny was attempting to give clues. For one - I forget the question - she gave the hint 'it's a very bad man....'

And a small, perhaps five year old blond little boy leaps to his feet and exclaims, proudly and loudly 'JOHN MCCAIN!'.

We just about died laughing, though his poor mother just about died of embarrassment. It essentially made the night, and we were still talking about it a good hour or two later.

I mean, honestly, no matter how you feel about McCain, that was hilarious because it was a small, adorable child.

Today I resolve to actually get some cleaning done, since I did fuck all yesterday. And to do laundry, because I'm out of necessities. This means braving the Shed of Doom. Wish me luck.

And hopefully the asshole who blocked our driveway right in front of us (as in, we were standing on the porch watching and commenting as he blocked the driveway, then proceeded to...kick and throw things outside our fence...?) will move soon. If not... Well, I'll be looking up Arizona Towing Laws.

Just When You Thought It Was Safe....

Today we braved the Shed of Doom (or Devil Shed, as I've begun calling it thanks to rosehiptea) and thought it would be a relatively simple matter to do laundry.

We were wrong.

Problems arose when I attempted to start the washer. Everything seemed perfectly fine. The buttons clicked. The dials turned. The inside - save for some hippy leavings - were relatively clean. In went clothes and detergent! On went the washing machine!

Er....

On went the washing machine?

What we got was essentially 'click click gurgle gurgle click psshhhhhhh'. And then nothing. Turning to one another, Nija and I wondered if perhaps the water needed turned on. But the water had been turned on, as far as we knew. And besides, we could find nothing in the shed that resembled a water pump handle. So our washer is...broken, or something.

Since we were out there, we decided to get down our old screens since we need them by Wednesday. And the DDH had been using them as planks, or something. We don't know.

This required taking down the crap they'd piled in the rafters. The first thing that we went for was a blue canvas duffel bag - whose heft and girth hinted at mysterious spoils inside. Whether they be fair or foul, we could not tell.

After a small fight with the shed, we got the bag down. It was dusty, but filled to the bursting with unknown contests. Treasure, or terror?

Intrepid boy adventurers that we are, we wasted no time in unzipping the mystery bag to reveal its contents. Would it be body parts? Drugs? More raw bloody meat? Exotic spoils from the Far East?

The parting folds of the blue bag revealed to us....

A tent. A giant, very nice and relatively expensive tent. Completely in tact. With all the accessories and the manual.

It's now out in the yard, shaken out of dust and whatnot, airing out.

Now we just need to figure out what to do about our laundry, because this boy adventurer is out of bras and panties.