waboowaboo pumpernicklehead

hectic! hectic stuff!!!! aaaiiieee!!!!!
*pause for a moment of panic.....k.. all good now*

so to catch all ya'll up to date,...heh.
i went on a massive clean freak this weekend. david's still walking around looking kind of like a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs. long story short... i found mildew growing in the paint in the bathroom and ceiling. well, i talked to his folks about it on monday, and they need to get it out and replaced before it gets into the sheetrock (if it hasn't already). due to a miscommunication of some kind, i think they think i have the knowledge, energy, and time to sand off primer and paint the entire damn house. nobody's said it out loud, buuuutttt.. i'm just getting that distinct impression. GAH! no way!!! i'm not a bloody painter!!!
but enough of that... that'll be cleared up pretty quickly.

tuesday, i was hanging out on the porch, smoking. since i don't want to litter the backyard with cigarette butts and neither do i want the house to smell like old cig smoke, i went into the garage to throw away the deceased butts. i opened the door and got ready to toss the tings into the trash when the trashcan hissed at me. i looked down, and i was so startled by what i saw that i immediately about-faced, stepped back into the kitchen, and burst out laughing. david turned in his chair and looked at me with an eyebrow half raised and a quizzical smile on his face, as if to say "yes? what happened this time?"
"oh, love, you've gotta see this!" i said, and dragged him into the garage.
the garbage can hissed at him, too. david looked down and what he saw was an adolescent opossum at the bottom of a mostly empty garbage can, valiantly protecting its turf. it was big enough to take off a finger if i reached in there to get it out. it was also still young enough to be cute as hell.
so now what do we do? reach in, grab it, and hope the other can dial 911 fast enough to save the limb?
i suggested that we take it to the park.
"you want to take it to the park?" david inquired.
"yes." i answered.
"take a possum.."
"yes."
"in a trashcan..."
"yes."
"...an UNCOVERED trashcan..."
"yes."
"...into one of OUR cars...."
(for the nonvaccinated folks who i've never let into my car... my car is so messy a tetanus booster and release form is required by the CDC for anyone who rides in it. not so for david's car, but it is strongly recommended. in other words... if it got out, we'd never see that possum until the day it carjacked us.)
"welllll... since you put it that way...."

we ended up walking down the street until we came to a branch of the little pudding river (only $2.40 worth of pudding) and releasing the possum there. as i turned over the trashcan, i looked up and saw a sign that said NO DUMPING. and i cracked up again, wondering exactly how i would explain this to a cop and if he could ticket me for dumping a live possum. no police drove by, though, so that's good.