AAAAARGH!

BULLDOZER!!! BULLDOZER ON MY FRONT YARD!!!

And here I thought a centipede in the sink was bad.

They're redoing all the pipes in our street, so they're basically digging up a dozen holes today. Add that to the dozen they dug yesterday, that's a lot of potential hazards for little ones if I start thinking along those lines I'll have a breakdown in half an hour places to hide when playing hide and go seek. *stares at last bit*. bugger that's even worse.

Also, they are giving us the opportunity to replace our plumbing too, at least what goes from the main pipe to our homes, for less money than if we planned it independently ("well, we're here already, and so's the hole. Whaddaya think?") and the neighbour said yes. So now they're drilling a hole in the wall of his garage, which is directly next to our house. VIBRATING WALLS!!! HELP!!!

My driveway is still intact, and smugly looking at me, cos I CAN'T BLOODY GET THERE! *weeps*

On the other hand, if we start a war in the next week, I already have all the trenches I need.

Wet marijuana, anyone?

I spent an hour this afternoon translating a press release for the RCMP with a friend. *collapses* It was a test for speed, hence the one hour limit. But oh, how wonderful it is, to read that text and feel that great big muscle in the middle of my brain shudder and stretch and come to life again and then flex. It's great to know I can still do that on command leik wo.

I now know what wet marijuana is, and no, it's not what's left when you fall asleep in the bathtub and the joint slips from your lips.

I was so exhilarated and excited after finishing that translation that I actually tried to put my shoes on Tadpole's feet. *ahem*

Otherwise, the bulldozer is gone (yay!) and the walls have stopped shaking. I expect the cat to crawl out of whichever hiding place she fell asleep in any day now.

Tadpole *frowns* MY house!
rainette: yes, sweetpea.
Tadpole *points to bulldozer* Il est pas très très gentil. (it isn't very nice)

Well, no, it isn't. But some of the holes have been filled in and I will call it a satisfying result even if it is not. And Husband is pleased, cos they took care of the lawn before he did. Now he doesn't have anything left to do to prepare the lawn for next spring, cos hey, NO MORE LAWN!

And a little family silliness to finish:

Tadpole *sings loudly* PIZZA PIZZA lalalalalala...
Husband: What's that? I know that tune...
rainette: It's Abba's Super Trouper.
Husband: ?
rainette *giggles*

I shouldn't play Abba in the car. As a matter of fact, I shouldn't listen to Abba, period. But see, we went to see Mamma Mia, and then I asked Husband if we had an Abba CD, and Husband glared and said that yes, we did, as a matter of fact I had bought him one for his birthday (yes, but which one? We've been together a while, and if that dates back to his Abba loving day, it's a bloody old CD), and then I unearthed it and put it in the CD player in the car.

And now whenever I want to take it out, two small voices protest loudly that they want to listen to pizza pizza again, pleasepleaseplease. Occasionally, I manage to interest them into Cirque du Soleil for a few minutes, and they sing Alegria, in Italian (and yes, it does feature quite a few pizzas too). But most of the time, it's Abba they want.

*sighs deeply* Kids.