I think that the part that I enjoy most is that they are clearly in the air. So, it's AIRBORNE transsexual threesome.

I can't even see Wonder Woman's cock in that picture!

If you feel you've been given short shrift, click around his tags. You'll see Amazon peen.

How awful, Scrappy.

My clinic stopped calling and faxing in scripts if they can hand you paper instead. They were having just too many issues with pharmacies. I'd had it happen to me.

Shuttling paper is a little annoying when I know the technology exists to make it simpler but it's less annoying that expecting to pick up a script that isn't there.

I can't even see Wonder Woman's cock in that picture!

First-world problems, yo.

ION, it's almost 1 am. I'm used to going to bed way earlier than Tim, and in fact had drifted off around 11:30. The last thing he told me was that, since it was trash night, he had recycling from his dad to get out of the car, and he would probably be noisy in the driveway for a little bit while he dumped beer bottles and such into the Official Recycling Rolly Bin.

So, a few minutes ago, I'm dreaming about watching the Dukes of Hazard on TV at my dad's apartment (IDEK), when this loud metallic CRASH! wakes me up. I'm all groggy, so I assume it's Tim dumping cans in the recycle bin. But then it happens again, and again, and I realize it's way louder than cans would be.

Then I wonder: are metal thieves (it's a big problem around here right now) stealing our central air unit? Are they DISASSEMBLING MY CAR right in the driveway???

Finally I fling myself resentfully out of bed (to which Tim has not yet made it), put on yoga pants so I'm reasonably clad to confront the metal thieves, and stagger out to the living room, where the noise turns out to be coming from the basement.

Where Tim is putting the washing machine back together (with a sledgehammer? I didn't ask) after disassembling it to repair it. AT MIDNIGHT.

Sweet Jesus. I DON'T EVEN.

Ugh Scrappy, what a crappy evening. Well, up until the DH getting home part.

I think I need to go to bed. I keep having this thing where I wake up all perky at 5 or 5:30 or so. It's kinda freaking me out. I mean, it's not even light out! How can my brain think it's wakey time?

Oh Steph, what did you do? I'm not sure how I'd react, other than the deeply confused part.

And, I should mention, Sudden Midnight Home Washing Machine Repair is less annoying than a doctor's office screwing up mental health drugs. I just needed to share the portrait of WTFery going on in my basement at 1 am.

First-world problems, yo.

I'm pretty sure people in Ethiopia and Sri Lanka want to see Wonder Woman's cock.

Side Note: Dear Tim, no sledgehammers after 9pm. This should probably be...I don't know...not a sentence I need to say? But I'm saying it. No hammer whacking after 9.

Oh Steph, what did you do? I'm not sure how I'd react, other than the deeply confused part.

I didn't know it was the washer at first; I figured out the noise was coming from the basement and thought maybe he was...I don't know, hauling hidden scrap metal out? So I stomped over to the stairs and yelled "What is GOING ON?!?!?!?"

Tim said "...uh, sorry. I'm putting the washer back together. Because I took it apart to fix it."

And all I could think of to say was "...okay?" And stomp back to bed clutching my iPod.

It had better be working tomorrow, because I need to do laundry. Which he knows. (I was unaware it needed fixing.) That man, I swear. I love him madly, but...he does the weirdest shit sometimes.

Oh Steph, that sounds about right.