She got Hot Shot fogger
Yesterday was a busy day. After our traditional breakfast of pancakes, Trish got ready to walk to work. Since this was bug bomb day, we felt it'd give Fred & I more time. Instead, Trish just wound up asking him for a ride.
When we returned from Pizza Hut Fred turned off the pilot in the little heater in the basement bedroom, then the hot water tank. Reading further in the instructions, we realized we had to shut off "all cycling appliances, such as refrigerators". We called Kame-Apart & some bozo thought that this meant moving the fridge out of the house. However, we kept waiting for the fridge to finish its cycle & it wouldn't, so finally we just unplugged the thing, set off the Hot Shot fogger, & left the place.
We cruised for Pepin park & sat around a picnic table until noon, then went to Taco Time for lunch. On the way back we stopped at Pizza Hut to inform Trish that we might be taking a little additional time, due to unplugging the fridge. After that we went to Fred's house. We sat in his swing while he brought out a little electric keyboard.
Finally, we came home to air the place out. He opened the front door while I opened the back & turned on the ceiling fans & air-conditioners to "ventilate". Fred also set up a huge fan in the doorway. Around 2:00 we went to switch on the pilots, & I heard the doorbell ring just as Fred was working on the water heater: Trish. Pizza Hut had let her off early. After a dozen matches, the machine finally caught, & Fred headed out.
Trish agreed to some quiet time, & then Kim arrived. I showed her the letter Pam had suggested I write, & she looked about ready to cry. She talked a lot about moving to the Eagle's Manor, but not really about the contents of the note.
Trish & I went downstairs to cook our b-b-q pork while Blondie played on Trish's home theater. I cooked some frozen carrots & potatoes for supper. There were leftovers, which Trish stashed in the fridge for today.
We had a spontaneous make-out session last night. Trish felt so good, now that the Philip K. Fantasy has been abolished. We caught the end of Liar, Liar on cable, then went to bed -- but I kept waking up in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow is shot day. I intend to discuss Kim with Pam, then I think there's only one following shot before I see Doc Larocque -- & withdraw from the Orgasm Death.
When we returned from Pizza Hut Fred turned off the pilot in the little heater in the basement bedroom, then the hot water tank. Reading further in the instructions, we realized we had to shut off "all cycling appliances, such as refrigerators". We called Kame-Apart & some bozo thought that this meant moving the fridge out of the house. However, we kept waiting for the fridge to finish its cycle & it wouldn't, so finally we just unplugged the thing, set off the Hot Shot fogger, & left the place.
We cruised for Pepin park & sat around a picnic table until noon, then went to Taco Time for lunch. On the way back we stopped at Pizza Hut to inform Trish that we might be taking a little additional time, due to unplugging the fridge. After that we went to Fred's house. We sat in his swing while he brought out a little electric keyboard.
Finally, we came home to air the place out. He opened the front door while I opened the back & turned on the ceiling fans & air-conditioners to "ventilate". Fred also set up a huge fan in the doorway. Around 2:00 we went to switch on the pilots, & I heard the doorbell ring just as Fred was working on the water heater: Trish. Pizza Hut had let her off early. After a dozen matches, the machine finally caught, & Fred headed out.
Trish agreed to some quiet time, & then Kim arrived. I showed her the letter Pam had suggested I write, & she looked about ready to cry. She talked a lot about moving to the Eagle's Manor, but not really about the contents of the note.
Trish & I went downstairs to cook our b-b-q pork while Blondie played on Trish's home theater. I cooked some frozen carrots & potatoes for supper. There were leftovers, which Trish stashed in the fridge for today.
We had a spontaneous make-out session last night. Trish felt so good, now that the Philip K. Fantasy has been abolished. We caught the end of Liar, Liar on cable, then went to bed -- but I kept waking up in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow is shot day. I intend to discuss Kim with Pam, then I think there's only one following shot before I see Doc Larocque -- & withdraw from the Orgasm Death.
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