Friday, August 2, 2013


Turns out the folks we thought supplied our gas don't.  The ones who are in charge of our gas can't turn it on until Monday, so that means no hot showers or cooking this weekend.

We also have chirping smoke alarms.  Bill is trying to figure out which one.  It's not like we're in any danger of the house catching on fire since we don't have any fucking gas.

I know this can get worse... again, at least it's really hot outside, so a cold shower may not be the worst thing in the world.  But seriously... how many ways can this move be fucked up?  Poor Bill tried to take a shower this morning, thinking maybe the people Bill talked to would have turned it on.  But they didn't, so Bill experienced severe shrinkage this morning... like a stack of dimes.

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