the badbadivy experience

I was gone most of today during the great laminate laying travesty of 2007, so I missed what people were saying on twitter. I did try to update some during the day, I didn’t want you guys to miss me too much. Since I don’t want to be filling up your twitter pages with 10,000 replies to people, I figured I’d make a post, since most of my twitter pals read my blog anyway.

AG writes:  Just finished making a craft table in the garage. We just found out I am strangely super handy.

Ivy responds: Next time I am totally calling you to come help when I have some bigassed project that calls for being handy. Mr. Ivy’s friends have a lot of tools and drink a lot of beer, which I always assumed made a person handy, but alas, not so much.

Lindsay writes: Recovering from playgroup. One kid threw a heavy plastic train at Punky’s head. Grr.

Ivy responds: Nate is a total badass and he will kick that kid’s ass for you, for a quarter.  Or a sucker. Possibly a rock. He’s 3 and hasn’t learned the fine art of bargaining yet, much to your advantage.

Malia is now twittering, to which I say, hooray!  She’s already got some interesting tweets going on.

K-Co’s flaccid tweets had me dying laughing. This, my friends, is what is so fun about twittering!

Lindsay writes:  Still pissed@playgroup sitch. What to do with moms who won’t control their kids?

Ivy responds: I am a total badass and I will kick their asses for you. Only problem is, I don’t work nearly as inexpensively as Nate does. The good news is, I’m still affordable, call now for your free rate quote!

I twittered: This has turned into a nightmare!!

Malia responds: @badbadivy - you mean the flooring project?

Since I couldn’t see what was happening on Twitter, I didn’t get to respond until now: yes, the flooring project. Holy shit, y’all, go ahead and spend a few bucks more for the real pergo if you’re going to use laminate, because I’m here to tell you, the cheap, off-brand shit is REALLY hard to snap together. It took Mr. Ivy and friends 3 hours to figure out how to snap them together. No shit. Of course, I wasn’t there to prod them along.

The amusing part was, Mr. Ivy called technical support for the flooring. Mr. Ivy’s friend asked what they said when he got off the phone and Mr. Ivy said, “I don’t know. They were Canadian.”

More flaccid talk. Hutchmo, flaccid? Or something.  Hutchmo’s old, I heard that happens a lot when you get older.

Ginger twitters while driving. Only at red lights, but, yeah. Ginge, you’re not the only one, I totally said this: it will all be okay, somehow. How? It’s a mystery. while driving down M’boro road.

Finally, Malia, there will indeed be pictures, most of them will go up on my Curbly blog. However, my camera’s batteries died. I have batteries, which is good since I spent a shitload of money today, but they are currently buried under an asston of stuff. So it may be a day or two.  My HR gig suddenly dumped a crapload of work on me while I was out today. So much, in fact, that my inbox was full when I opened it tonight. Oy vey. Another busy day tomorrow.