Day 56
The Christmas decorations are down, well, most of them are.
As Mrs. Snowman insisted on putting up enough ornaments to cover a medium sized sports stadium it’s taking considerably more time than I would otherwise like.
I now have the job of repairing all the damage done by several metric tons of pins, tacks and nails that were used to hold them up. They’ve been packed neatly away in a couple of dozen boxes and await storage in the attic for another year. Failing that, I could always send them off to a shipping company for use as ballast in a super tanker.
Apart from performing this task, which took most of the day, I should report that mother-in-law took the cat to the vets for some kind of annual examination and injection. Although the animal has nothing physically wrong with it, it nonetheless required a jab as a precaution against some kind of illness.
My suggestion that it was a rabies shot wasn’t received with the kindest of responses.
However, the plus point was that the beast had to be sedated. Obviously there was no way the vet could carry out any kind of inspection unless the cat was completely immobilized so on it’s return it was carried unconscious into the house and plonked on the carpet.
While it slept off the effects of the sedative it gave me an ideal opportunity to get something I’ve been after for quite a while…
Revenge.
This obviously doesn’t mean inflicting any kind of damage on it, as cruelty to animals is not in my nature, but it still left plenty of scope for retribution.
As regular readers will know, I recently dyed my beard blue.
I think you know what’s coming next…
I took the precaution of surfing the Internet to make sure I wouldn’t be causing any kind of injury to it and tiptoed to the kitchen. After rummaging around in a few cupboards I found what I was looking for and set to work.
Food dye is versatile stuff.
Even whilst sleeping, it still managed to wriggle around (probably dreaming about doing all sorts of unpleasant things to me) which meant I had to work quickly.
Luckily, mother-in-law didn’t see the cat when she got back home as it had woken up and found a nice warm spot by an upstairs radiator.
I’m not sure what her reaction would have been to seeing her pet with bright green ears.
Once more, the poker eluded me today. I don’t have any player points with which to enter the solitary $50 freeroll as any accumulated are reverted to zero at the end of each month. This means that my meager total has to be built up to $5 or so before I can join a single table with sufficient value to obtain any points. It also means, of course, that I have to win more or less everything I enter. I shall try a 1c/2c table in the early hours of the morning after I’ve had a stab at the new website again. Hopefully tomorrow I can give you some good news.
Good news is sadly something that wasn’t forthcoming from Mrs. Snowman. Although her mother neglected to spot the cat with its newly created hairstyle, she was much more observant. After double-checking to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, I got a warning that if I even considered doing something like that again she would wait until I was asleep, shave my eyebrows and paint on new ones with an indelible red marker pen.
Sounds kind of cool to me.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $1.76
As Mrs. Snowman insisted on putting up enough ornaments to cover a medium sized sports stadium it’s taking considerably more time than I would otherwise like.
I now have the job of repairing all the damage done by several metric tons of pins, tacks and nails that were used to hold them up. They’ve been packed neatly away in a couple of dozen boxes and await storage in the attic for another year. Failing that, I could always send them off to a shipping company for use as ballast in a super tanker.
Apart from performing this task, which took most of the day, I should report that mother-in-law took the cat to the vets for some kind of annual examination and injection. Although the animal has nothing physically wrong with it, it nonetheless required a jab as a precaution against some kind of illness.
My suggestion that it was a rabies shot wasn’t received with the kindest of responses.
However, the plus point was that the beast had to be sedated. Obviously there was no way the vet could carry out any kind of inspection unless the cat was completely immobilized so on it’s return it was carried unconscious into the house and plonked on the carpet.
While it slept off the effects of the sedative it gave me an ideal opportunity to get something I’ve been after for quite a while…
Revenge.
This obviously doesn’t mean inflicting any kind of damage on it, as cruelty to animals is not in my nature, but it still left plenty of scope for retribution.
As regular readers will know, I recently dyed my beard blue.
I think you know what’s coming next…
I took the precaution of surfing the Internet to make sure I wouldn’t be causing any kind of injury to it and tiptoed to the kitchen. After rummaging around in a few cupboards I found what I was looking for and set to work.
Food dye is versatile stuff.
Even whilst sleeping, it still managed to wriggle around (probably dreaming about doing all sorts of unpleasant things to me) which meant I had to work quickly.
Luckily, mother-in-law didn’t see the cat when she got back home as it had woken up and found a nice warm spot by an upstairs radiator.
I’m not sure what her reaction would have been to seeing her pet with bright green ears.
Once more, the poker eluded me today. I don’t have any player points with which to enter the solitary $50 freeroll as any accumulated are reverted to zero at the end of each month. This means that my meager total has to be built up to $5 or so before I can join a single table with sufficient value to obtain any points. It also means, of course, that I have to win more or less everything I enter. I shall try a 1c/2c table in the early hours of the morning after I’ve had a stab at the new website again. Hopefully tomorrow I can give you some good news.
Good news is sadly something that wasn’t forthcoming from Mrs. Snowman. Although her mother neglected to spot the cat with its newly created hairstyle, she was much more observant. After double-checking to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, I got a warning that if I even considered doing something like that again she would wait until I was asleep, shave my eyebrows and paint on new ones with an indelible red marker pen.
Sounds kind of cool to me.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $1.76