This time, Peter was the douche!

After the fireworks last night, Peter crashed at my place rather than heading back to my parents house and then back to his place the next morning. After I went to bed, he was still up on my computer playing WoW, at at some point grabbed the box of Ritz crackers out of the pantry.

Well, he finished them off, but he also left the box on the table when he left. Dirty doesn’t care that there’s no crackers. She only cares that there were crackers. It’s the essence she’s after! Behold the shredded box of essence!

Geek + Fireworks = Awesome as hell.

Last year, Justin and I bought an electronic firework launcher for our annual Fourth of July festivities. The thing absolutely sucked. It was slow and error-prone to set up, and even when it was connected properly rarely lit the fuse. We ended up manually lighting pretty much everything, it was so bad. That night, while we were setting one off, we decided to build our own damned ignition box.

Just under a year later, we realized that we still hadn’t started on the box, and quickly started brainstorming ideas. Continue reading “Geek + Fireworks = Awesome as hell.”

It’s peanut butter vomit time, peanut butter vomit time!

Right. About that whole being good about not leaving food out thing…

Dirty’s has been on medication for a UTI for the past week or so. She’s had several accidents inside the apartment and so we’ve been keeping the kitchen door open in the hopes that she’ll pee in there, rather than on the bedroom carpet or living room rug. For a while, she was being really good about the kitchen being open again. I’m told she’s pulled a few things out of the sink, but nothing really worth writing about. Until now, of course.

Dirty hates her pills, and it turns out Danielle and I both have different methods of tricking her into eating them. I hide it in a handful of her kibble, while Danielle smears peanut butter all over it. I was not aware of this, and did not notice that she left the peanut butter on the table for me to use with her pills. Dirty did!

She ate pretty much an entire jar of peanut butter yesterday, and appeared to be stomaching it all pretty well for a while. Not anymore. She has now peanut butter puked in the apartment twice. Once on her bed (that’s good), once on the bedroom carpet (that’s bad).

I’m sure you’re all very disappointed that there are no pictures.

How about a little hot pepper for ya, huh?!

Considering we’ve gotten pretty good about getting all food items & containers out of the living room when we’re not home, there hasn’t been anything to post about Dirty getting into. Apparently some time yesterday, Danielle left some red pepper mix (Shichimi Togarashi) on the living room table, which Dirt quickly took and opened. Judging by the fact that there’s hardly any less in it than when she got it, I’d venture a guess to say it was a bit too hot for her. I only wish I could’ve seen her face when she tried it.

Hardcore front-to-front bus emptying action!

Jay was coming up to visit me. When he got here, he was posting some gaming coupons up on the wall at the airport. The airport was under construction though and we had to walk through weird tunnels and it looked pretty run down. He kept giving off a fake laugh as he posted them, and people started scrambling around looking for them.

When we got outside to our busses, I hopped on one and sent him a txt wondering where he was. He had just finished peeing by a bush and was on a different bus, so I told him to get the fuck oer to my bus. The bus had been organized by last name, and when he got on and sat in the front, some kid said he liked front-to-front. I’m guessing because normally the bus is empted front-to-back. We switched seats so we could sit together, wondered what the hell was up with that kid and hugged. He said he wasn’t feeling well though. We had soemething plalnned to tdo, but suggested he get some rest in the hopes that he’d feel better for the rest of the visit.