Friday, February 10, 2006
Grasp it, sense it-- tremulous and tender
My furnace is finally fixed, y'all. Funny thing, though. Last night the plumber called me. As it happens, he left his Mag-Lite in my utility room and he wants to know when I'll be around on Friday for him to come by and pick it up. Can you hear it? Yep, that's exactly the porn-y soundtrack that was playing in my head. I don't know, though. I could prolly ignore the milky eye, but there'd be no disguising that Frito smell.