
...huh.
I can't find my wallet. It's been MIA since the night our power was out. I know I had it on me, as I'd gotten dressed to go up to the store, but TJ didn't want to go. So I got undressed in the bedroom and tossed my stuff down by the bed. But...it's not there now and I can't seem to locate it. Chances are, it's sitting somewhere mocking me. But, uuugh. I was going to clean up the bedroom to find it, but Al came over and DURPA DURP I had to hold the fucking ladder for him while he dicked around trying to fix a piece of siding on the house and then watched as he shook up a can of expanding foam and then broke the seal with a nail.
Because, y'know, you should totally do it that way and not the other way around.
Fucking hell.
He also thought I'd be totally okay with asking for the dog airline crate my mom dropped off for us to use. Because, yeah, sure, I want you taking that to shove those poor FULL GROWN cats into because you can't be fucked to get rid of them or get them fixed or get them flea medicine. Good lord, walking into that house smells like you're living in a little box.