Pee-juggin it

A pee jug in and of itself... Not that interesting. But in this, my most shockingly personal post, I too have a pee jug story to tell.

When I moved to Seattle, it was a night of white-knuckled, 24-foot truck driving fun. After somewhere in the negborhood of 6 hours on the road, I was tired and although my truck's tank was on E, my tank was on F. An empty Diet Coke bottle was both the question and the answer. Try as I might though, I couldn'a find a time that the traffic was moving slow enough that I could fill the wee bottle. Anyway, I almost hurt myself from holding it so long, but all ended up ok. I went in a deserted hospital overflow parking lot.

The end.

Laying with a gibbon

On this, the first night of my new employment, we're laying on the living room floor watching some PBS and trying to hack into my own WaMu bank account. Today was good -- everyone was nice to me and I had a free V8 from the break room. I can only imagine how great tomorrow is going to be.

Even though it was impossibly far in the distant past, last night we watched the first three episodes of the 3rd season of The Office. The first episode, "Gay Witch Hunt", made me so uncomfortable I snorted several times. Also... there was a sequence where Michael gives Dwight M&Ms that delighted me.

Finally, snips and snails and puppy-dog tails, that's what little boys are made of.

Ah, de bech.

Alki in the eve with boys and sweetie. Soon dinner, then wii. Welcome to Seattle.


--- MAJOR UPDATE ---

We had pizza at Pegasus, for the boys it was cheese and olive, while I went on the thrill-ride that is Tom's Special. Let's just say that there were sunflower seeds and I ate it like I was a zombie and the slices were living brains, cradled in a skull-chalice. Now that we live in Seattle, this is pretty much what we do.

Also, I start work again on Monday.