Sure Feels Good To Be Back Home Again

We made it home finally...

After being stuck near Poughkeepsie, NY (actually, it was Newburgh...but Poughkeepsie gets more laughs, and it's nearby!), we finally got a load down into Pennsylvania where Matt began to unload everything from the truck cabin during a light rain. Lots of swearing ensued,... some by Matt himself. The truck had to be cleared out so it could be taken to the place where the accident damage would be fixed. Red tape wasn't enough to fix this one. A whole new driver-side sleeper panel needs to be installed. So things are kinda cluttered in our apartment for the next two weeks we're off.

Matt has a huge to-do list of things to do that need doing, so he will be doing his things while I watch him do them and try to keep out of the way, lest things fall on top of me and crush my small, furry head. Ouch.

Matt has been out a lot lately doing errands, like updating the safety and emissions test on his car. This time he took it to Jiffy Lube to have done. But after passing with flying colors the last two years, this time problems were found safety-wise. But the guys at Jiffy Lube knew exactly where to have these items fixed with little or no waiting. So he went and did it for around $200: exhaust flex tubing, two u-hangers and some other thingy that kept the catelitic converter from falling on the ground or something. Then got his stickers, so all is good now with the car.

My self-indulgent manservant is ordering himself a birthday cake with shamrocks on it, because he was unable to properly celebrate our birthday on it's proper date due to Lent and job qualification issues (see further down). My name will be on the cake with his, but I will not be allowed to have any...at all. So what's the point? I dunno. But he feels like celebrating belatedly his birthday, the fact that I can stay in the truck, the fact we got a new truck, the fact that the bugs are mostly out of the new truck (yeah, right), the fact that he passed his DOT physical without bloodpressure meds, the fact that the doctor gave him a two-year certificate instead of the usual one year because Matt's own doctor wrote a note saying "no longer diagnosed with hypertention" AND no more meds are taken that would put Matt at risk for hypoglycemia, the fact that Matt has lost lots of weight and is down to the mid 260's in poundage (he is after all, 6'5" tall!), and the fact that he made up with a high-ranking clergy person in Philadelphia whom he offended back in '04. All that and more requires a custom-made cake with shamrocks on it, I guess. And he's driving several miles to get it from Linda, who makes these in her home. The pictures of her creations look enticing, even to me. But with no bloody birds or shredded mice on the surface, I doubt I'd be interested...

Now Matt is talking about going into New York on Saturday just to go to church... What's wrong with this guy? We have several churches here, and the roofs don't leak. I dunno...