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Freak Out: No Lizzie, Slash ramble

July 16, 2010
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First off forgive the countless grammer mistakes, Lizzie’s my own personal world class editor.  Second, damn I miss that gal, and its only been 5hrs so far.

Last night the whole goal was to get errands ran and get her stuff together early so we could chill and enjoy our last evening together before the trip.  In the words of Charlie Murphy, “WRONG!”.  We went to Best Buy and Chilli’s and didn’t get home (house sitting at her Mom’s place), Till 8ish.  Then we sat down and watched dvrd last comic standing while folding and repacking then repacking again.  Yeah.  Rewind to earlier that day when I asked her what time she’d meet me out by her moms and she rattled off the laundry list of things left to do one of which was waxing…. HER FACE.  This is a truth of the female grooming regiment that I, having grown up sitting for hours in the back of my Mom’s salon, have come to terms with.  I said hun, bring your stuff with you and do that at your moms house.  Fast FWD again,  apparently we have a weak little low wat microwave so when you heat wax in a top of the line engineering marval the outcome is dramatically different.

Lizzie: Isaiah! come here… somethings wrong with the plastic. (Hot wax sitting on marble countertop of moderately new/renovated home)

Isaiah:  (Wrongly quick to blame) How long did you put it in for? (watching as the thin melting plastic becomes almost clear then burst and spews molten hot wax which i first, on reflex, try to stop with my middle finger)

Isaiah: FU*# SHI@# FUUU*# OW!

I tried to pull it together and compose a game plan to get this mini BP domestic disaster under control.  I think: ice inflamed finger, get vegetable oil and scrape this shit up.

I reached for the oil picking it up by the not properly tightened last lid. YEP. Domestic disaster dos.

After scraping that horrible junk of that beautiful counter and floor and soaking then mopping both location the night leaving us with very little time to relax.

I still have to go back sometime  soon and touch up a little missed remaining residue.

Today went as planned and Lizzie left to go on her wonderful program over seas.  And I miss her more than i thought i could, finding myself at an empty apt with the cats and little else to do.

Wedding planning can wait… I might be tackling that play list while she’s gone… hope she dont mind.

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8 Comments leave one →
  1. July 16, 2010 8:18 pm

    Aww, hang in there. It’s amazing how you think “oh it’ll be ok, we see each other so much that it might do us good”. um yeah. no. just recently we went 10 days and by day 2 I was SO over it.

    And doesn’t it always seem like the night before a trip, when you want to relax, that’s when something breaks or explodes and you spend your time dealing with that instead?!

  2. July 16, 2010 8:44 pm

    The chaos of travel. lol. Yeah, we are a tight knit crew so the distance is the anti fun, but I plan on keeping busy…. going to the gym and playing video games.

  3. July 17, 2010 7:52 pm

    you are too sweet! I hope Lizzie has such a fun trip! Also, I love Charlie Murphy. UNITY!

  4. July 17, 2010 9:31 pm

    Charley is the man. She called today from russia… 11min for 33dollars… yikes. She thinking about getting her hair cut. I’m getting outa the house going for beer… alone… reminds me of vegas… but with a car

  5. July 19, 2010 8:55 am

    Oh, the perils of at-home waxing- applying hot wax to your own face and accidentally pulling a nose hair. Don’t miss those days.

    I hope the next three weeks pass by quickly! 🙂 Tell her we say hello!

    • zegroom permalink
      July 19, 2010 8:58 am

      hey angie… did lizzie mention we’re fans of yours. I will deff let her know you said yo.

  6. July 19, 2010 3:07 pm

    1. You quoted Charlie Murphy. 2. And you are engaged to Lizzie. These two factors make you automatically awesome in my book.

  7. July 20, 2010 2:00 pm

    She don’t mind. And she loves the bejezuz out of you.

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