This past weekend was insane. Literally, insane. Our lease was up on our house on the Richlands side of Jacksonville and we’re now out in Snead’s Ferry. In a sweet-ass little townhouse. Our move wasn’t without complications.
I try to be a self-starter, who gets things done. Case in point, I’m a change-my-own-oil’er. I changed the oil on all four of our cars one afternoon while Mandy was at work. Did it by the book, contained all the waste oil in the drum/pan and set it on the side of my house. I guess the ground was uneven and I think my cat, BK Broiler, knocked it over and spilled a good bit of it on the ground. Not being a huge environmentalist I merely moved the drum over and left the spilled oil. The spilled oil subsequently left a nasty, black patch of dead grass. This weekend Mandy was fretting over the dead, black grass on the side of our old house. I eased her mind by telling her, “I’m going to rattle-can that black grass!” She didn’t know what it meant to ‘rattle-can’ something. So, I rephrased, “I’m going to spray-paint that black grass!” So that’s what I’m going to do. Rattle-Can my yard in the dead spots.
Also, moving into our new house was a challenge because while the new house has about 100 more square-feet it also has stairs. So, if you can picture this, me and Mandy’s little, sawed-off self wrestling our queen-side mattress and box spring up a flight of about 25 stairs. A fun time.