grindmonkeh

Our doggers came home on Saturday morning and they are much happier and healthier. That afternoon we went on Bran's dad's memorial poker run, and all in all put a couple hundred miles on the bike over the weekend. The rest of the week looks to be plagued by rain, but I'd like to (use the dry garage and) change the oil in Virg's bike if I get the free time and ambition. I got an excellent deal on a bike-jack, so the maintenance and mods I plan on doing will be plausible and/or more convenient.

Bran learned that the only good way to rid of the parvo virus is to clean or spray with bleach mixed with water. So on Saturday I grabbed the bottle that she had mixed up and was going outside when I remembered that I'd need to pick up any dog-poo out of the yard as well. So I set the bottle down and jogged back to the kitchen to grab a couple of plastic sacks, and then jogged back, grabbed the bottle, went outside, and sprayed the lawn while picking up poo. A good twenty minutes later I was finished, with my hands worn out from spray-spray-spraying and a sack semi-full of poo. On my way back inside I noticed something...fragrant? With some cautious sniffing I realized it was coming from my hands...and that it smelled like...Fabreze? What the hell? I looked at the bottle I was holding and realized that I'd grabbed the WRONG one on my way out the door, and that I'd FABREZED the whole front yard. And that I'd have to RESPRAY the whole yard with the bottle of bleach and water that I'd set down too close to the bottle of Fabreze. So now, my lawn is going to smell nice until the rain washes it away or the bleach kills it.

Good times.