Belle is away visiting friends. I got home this evening and broke off my front door key in the lock.
Insult to injury after two of the shittiest weeks I've had in quite some time.*
Fortunately, there was just enough of a nub of the broken key that I was able to pull on the door knob and turn the lock out.
The broken key in the lock was not wanting to come out, so I was thinking I might have to run to the hardware store and get a couple of replacement dead bolts for the front and back doors.
My lizard brain thought,"If I do, maybe I won't tell Belle and she'll get home and her key won't work and she'll totally freak HA HA HA HA"
My monkey brain having a higher IQ by at least 10 points simply responded, "Not Funny Dumbass".
So, with slumped shoulders of self inflicted shame, I went back and worked on the key a bit more, and of course now it came out of the lock.
Now, time to go spelunking in the junk drawer for spares.
*Why I have not posted in a while.
Monday, August 4, 2014
This I needed. No cable or Satellite TV. Damn near no cell signal.
The Motley Crew
My Brother In Law lands a 37" Bull Red. Duly measured, photographed and set free.
Red Fish are good eatin, but they don't breed until they get big.**
My Bro works another Bull Red.
This Trophy Red Fish morphed into a (trophy?) Stingray
by the time he got it up off the bottom and along side the boat.
Also known as sea scallops :) if you've ever ordered them in a restaurant.
Known to kill cable TV wildlife show hosts.
** For the libtards, this is known as conservation. It is not necessary to set the human race back to the stone age to take care of the environment.
It's not fair. I did not get to catch a 37" Bull Red Fish. I demand that the federal government pass a law and do something about this because I am one person and therefore the smallest minority group ever (2.857 e-9 of the population) in the history of the Socialist Republic of America. Therefore I deserve special consideration, privileges, and State forced acceptance of my red fish deficiency.