cigars

i have spent the better part of the last few days deodorizing our carpets and febreezing our furniture.  all to make sure that our house didn't have the stench of puppy.  beulah has done great with potty training (for the most part), but still, having a dog in the house can bring with it a certain..mustiness.  

well, it was all for not.  a very kindly gentlemen, named bob is here right now to install our new hot water heater.  and i think he has gone through about 3 cigars in the two hours that he has been here, and it officially smells like the emerald downs in our house.  

on a different note, bob is sporting a mustache, with tendrils coming down on either side of his mouth.  perfectly curled tendrils.  not sure.  would bob the cigar smoking plumber take the time to curl his tendrils in the morning?  

until hurricane bob passes, i am hiding out in the TV room watching seventh heaven, as it is the only thing on at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.  of course it is the 'teenage pregnancy' episode.  "reverend camden, i am so glad to be off the streets".  yeah, that just happened.