Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Priorities

Joe:  I just bought some new dress shirts but I'm not wearing one to the funeral on Friday.  I don't wanna be rushin' around to iron the shirt.

Alicia:  Oh, rushing around.  You don't have 10 minutes tomorrow to iron a shirt?

Joe:  My time is limited, you know?  I gotta prioritize my bullshit time.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Joe's post- knee replacement insomnia.

Voicemail I got from Joe:
Leesha, it's dad.  Hey, uh, sometime today when you're running around, if you & Lloyd come out here for the football game, pick me up some sleeping pills, will ya?
Slept good until about 2:00, woke up, had to go to the bathroom, could not go back to sleep, could not go back to sleep.  So I laid there until about 5, got up & took 2 ibuprofen, for some reason, I don't even know what the hell I did that for, I thought, "shit, I'll take some cyanide pills I guess, if I thought they would do some good for somethin.'"  But, uh, my time is off, cuz I just woke up now.  So I don't even know when I fell back asleep.  Everything's just out of whack.  Pick me up somethin.'  You'll figure it out.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Morning routine

Joe was going to drop off a few things for a coleslaw recipe in my car while I was at the gym.

Joe:  You got the recipe printed out?  How much oil & sugar do you need?

Alicia:  Looks like a cup of oil & a cup of sugar. What time do you think you'll be there?

Joe:  Well, you know, after I get my coffee & pick my nose a couple times, I'll be up there around 9:30.

Then I started some unrelated story, going off on a tangent.

Joe:  What's this got to do with the g#ddamn coleslaw?

Cords and Banjos

Names changed for anonymity

Joe:  You know Keith called the other day and asked me how long of a cord he should get for his lawn work.  He's got a 25 foot cord & a 50 foot cord & he's always borrowing my 100 foot cord. 

I told him to get a 100 foot cord so it takes care of the whole lawn.

He said last time he had a 100 foot cord his wife cut through it with the hedge trimmer so he thought he should get a shorter cord.

So he's thinking of getting a shorter cord.  That thing will be stretched out like a g#ddamn banjo string.  He just needs to tell his wife to get her head out of her a$s.