In an effort to break the depressing monotony of the political mess, I thought I would temporarily suspend OPSEC for a bit. Plus @Threadcutter308 was concerned that I was rumored to be attending the funeral of some scumbag politician.
I loaded up my gear, my 85 year old mother and the red bitch early Thursday for an adventure in LA. Checked in to the Econo Lodge in Andalusia by 1700hrs. Then went out to my land to drop off my gear.
Back to the motel.
Just before lights out momma exclaims, "Dammit"!
Well this perks up my ears, cause my little Baptist momma don't cuss.....unless she finds a creature so endemicaly tied to her youth. There is a bedbug, a fucking bedbug crawling on her pillow!!
I just paid $240 to stay in this shithole. Momma is ready to de-ass this place like Hitlers Third Reich was on the outskirts of town.
There was no where else in a hundred miles that would put us up for the night with a dog. The sheets were filthy, and the next morning I tore the place apart looking for bedbugs. I had tripped to Wal Mart and bought some Sawyer's repellent Friday morning. It's made to treat clothes, and it'll kill a tick if he crawls on your treated clothes....it'll kill the shit out of bedbugs too. I sprayed hell out of that room before we left that morning. We had plans to actually buy some sheets that night. I just got done treating my truck here at work, and everything I owned that was in that room. Wouldn't take that shit in my house. It's been in the bed of my truck since Friday evening. I bombed the shit out of the bed of my truck with the tonneau locked down, ain't nothing getting out of there. I've got my clothes in the laundry at work, with a double trip through the dryer on tap.
The Swisher Commercial grade is a beast....but a thorn bush took out my throttle spring. I reckon that bitch launched at Mack2 out into the brush. So my day was cut short at about 1500. I drug a magnet around like an idiot for about an hour in the brush to no avail. Gotta find a throttle spring....or 3. Two is one, one is none.
Pic above was scratched out to set my temporary digs, so I don't have to stay in that shithole again. About lunchtime, went to local shed repo lot and got my temp digs. I like it, beats hell out of a tent, a real fixer upper. Will be delivered this Friday.
Lots more work to do this weekend. Probably be out of pocket again this Friday.
About 1600 momma suggests we go get our shit out of the bedbug bordello and haul ass home. So tired as shit we left Andalusia about 1700, and had the trailer backed into the yard by 0200 Saturday morning.
Whew....I'm still beat.
I loaded up my gear, my 85 year old mother and the red bitch early Thursday for an adventure in LA. Checked in to the Econo Lodge in Andalusia by 1700hrs. Then went out to my land to drop off my gear.
Back to the motel.
Just before lights out momma exclaims, "Dammit"!
Well this perks up my ears, cause my little Baptist momma don't cuss.....unless she finds a creature so endemicaly tied to her youth. There is a bedbug, a fucking bedbug crawling on her pillow!!
I just paid $240 to stay in this shithole. Momma is ready to de-ass this place like Hitlers Third Reich was on the outskirts of town.
There was no where else in a hundred miles that would put us up for the night with a dog. The sheets were filthy, and the next morning I tore the place apart looking for bedbugs. I had tripped to Wal Mart and bought some Sawyer's repellent Friday morning. It's made to treat clothes, and it'll kill a tick if he crawls on your treated clothes....it'll kill the shit out of bedbugs too. I sprayed hell out of that room before we left that morning. We had plans to actually buy some sheets that night. I just got done treating my truck here at work, and everything I owned that was in that room. Wouldn't take that shit in my house. It's been in the bed of my truck since Friday evening. I bombed the shit out of the bed of my truck with the tonneau locked down, ain't nothing getting out of there. I've got my clothes in the laundry at work, with a double trip through the dryer on tap.
The Swisher Commercial grade is a beast....but a thorn bush took out my throttle spring. I reckon that bitch launched at Mack2 out into the brush. So my day was cut short at about 1500. I drug a magnet around like an idiot for about an hour in the brush to no avail. Gotta find a throttle spring....or 3. Two is one, one is none.
Pic above was scratched out to set my temporary digs, so I don't have to stay in that shithole again. About lunchtime, went to local shed repo lot and got my temp digs. I like it, beats hell out of a tent, a real fixer upper. Will be delivered this Friday.
Lots more work to do this weekend. Probably be out of pocket again this Friday.
About 1600 momma suggests we go get our shit out of the bedbug bordello and haul ass home. So tired as shit we left Andalusia about 1700, and had the trailer backed into the yard by 0200 Saturday morning.
Whew....I'm still beat.