So during the holidays, which include both my kids birthdays (Aidan Dec 8th, Ashlyn Jan 2nd) we entertained lots of family and friends. This is fun and all, especially because you get to spend the holidays at home instead of traveling, but it really takes a toll on the house. You got shit loads of trash, and boxes, and cans and bottles, and other random crap you need to throw away. Problem with that is we normally overfill our trashcan and recycling can in two days!
Well we’ve sorta caught up on all the waste, and now that Ashlyn’s birthday party is over (marking the end of our extended holiday season) we can begin work cleaning up! Yay! Moar like booooooo-fucking-hooooo.
My man cave has been really neglected lately. I had to spend a good amount of time moving shit around, picking up random randomness everywhere, and sweeping/dusting it all out.
The funny thing about me is I’m not a man who’s big on sweets; really I’m not. But when there are certain sweets in the house and I think about them, once in a blue moon I start craving it. And the worst part about craving something is when you go to get it and it’s not there! So I find myself hiding stuff from people, usually non-perishable products like cookies or candy. But the worst part about hiding something is when you forget you hid it. So I’m cleaning out my garage and go to put something away in my toolbox… HI DIDDLY HO HIDDEN SWEETOES! Media is related:
Since I had my phone camera active, I figured I’d take some more pictures. An overview of my entertainment area:
The ugly backside of my garage where the storage portion is:
I don’t drink coffee much, but when I do I use my manly coffee mug:
My manly movie collection and pen holder:
My new bottle opener (they somehow flattened the glass bottle):
So my wife and I ended up going to a masquerade for New Years Eve. To be honest, I wasn’t very excited about going but it was by far the biggest event out of our choices and all our friends were going, so… whatever.
The worst part is I kept trying to find something better to do, maybe a club or some other event. They were either way too expensive or just as lame as going to a masquerade. I just don’t get parties like this where you have to wear a mask. Why can’t I just show up without a mask and get drunk and have a good time? Whats with the masks? Isn’t that where ugly people go… to parties where you don’t see other peoples faces? So am I going to be talking to lots of ugly people? Why are ugly people so ugly? These are the questions I had to ask myself.
But since I spent so much time trying to find out something else to do, I ended up having to run out last minute to find a fucking mask. And you know what I found out? Too many people throw masquerades on New Years. Every place (that was even open) was sold out of these masks. Or they had some shitty faggot masks that were shaped like a cats head or other fairy pussy shit like that. Yea that’s what I want to do, look like a Furry for New Years.
So my wife calls me because we had split up to look for a mask and she says she found a few masks and wanted to know what color I wanted. I had a choice: green, yellow or silver. I told her to just buy them all and I’d figure it out later. So when she gets home I look at the masks and they are seriously too small for my face. It was like a fat man with a toddlers jacket on. Now I’m even more pissed because not only am I going to go to a dumb masquerade but now I have to wear a really stupid mask.
All angry and annoyed, I turn to my savior. No not Jebus or Zeus… GOOGLE! Why Google? The fuck if I know, not like I could have a mask ordered and delivered in an hour. But you know what? It worked! Google saved the day! I found a “make it yourself” page and everything turned out great. Here’s a picture of my wife and I:
(oh and by the way the party turned out to be a lot of fun, it wasn’t as dumb at all. Happy New Years!)
