Demotivated

Miss Ginger and the kitties just can't seem to get motivated. This house is a wreck! The guest room has piles of junk. The closet looks like a drag queen and a business man exploded in there. The dining room table is piled with (thankfully clean) dishes from last Sunday's party. The cat box needs to be cleaned. And the car is sitting in the garage with a flat tire!!


So what are the Ginger's doing about it?

1. Miss Ginger keeps the door to the guest room closed...


2. Both Ginger's get dressed out of the dryer...


3. We eat out..


4. Jack pees by the back door...


5. Miss Ginger drives the truck.





And no one around here seems to give a shit! Least of all Miss G! The tire has been flat for a week, and oye, she's not up to dealing with that! Remembering the last time she had to buy tires, she's thinking of trading in the car!!





As for the rest of it, she can't even leave it for Celia... she's in Mexico celebrating her 50th wedding anniversary with the husband she never sees because he can't get a green card. How inconsiderate is that?! Her sister Inez is coming tomorrow to shovel out the cat hair and wash the sheets, but she doesn't even know where the rest of that stuff belongs! Miss G is gonna have to get up and help her put it all away. Or maybe she could just clean around it....

And Miss G isn't even sure where all this mess comes from! She certainly doesn't make such a mess... and Boy G SWEARS it's not him! Sure, those cats are messy, but they are WAY too lazy to have created this disaster!


What Miss G needs is a butler! A proper English Butler, to keep an eye on things when she's not around, and to keep the rest of the staff on their toes!

Where on Earth will Miss G find one of those?

I wonder if she has enough Continental miles for a trip to London?

Miss Ginger Goes Flat!

No, she didn't forget her fake boobs again! (That was an embarrasing night!) And thank goodness it wasn't Miss Ginger, it was Boy Ginger. But then again, what's the diff, really?

Anyho, after work yesterday Boy G drove out to the Volvo dealership to get a part for the passenger side mirror that got mysteriously broken. At first she was trying to be kind and not blame it on the valet, but after buying one part, and discovering that the more expensive part behind that is also missing, the auto parts guy speculated that the valet stole the part to sell to someone he knew who needed it, and Miss G had to concur. After ordering the part (not in stock.... GRRRRRR) Boy G hopped backed into Veronique to drive home. Cruising down the freeway, literally a mile or so from the house, Boy G smelled burning rubber. He couldn't determine the source at first, but at the ride started to get bumpier, he realized he was losing a tire. BIG GRRRRRRRRR! Luckily, he made it safely across 4 lanes of traffic to the nice, wide shoulder. So, in his suit and tie, Boy G proceeded to put on the spare like the butchest thing you've ever seen. The original tire is in shreds- practically falling off the wheel. Luckily, Veronique's jack and spare are easy to access and easy to use, so Boy G was back on the road in no time.

Also as luck should have it, Miss G had enough sense when she bought the car to purchase the tire and wheel insurance. Those Italian performance tires are expensive, and Miss G is notoriously hard on wheels! Miss G is also discovering that Italian tires are hard to find, and it looks like she will be having to order one. Leave it to the Italians to create a product that costs a fortune, looks and performs beautifully, and lasts about 15 minutes! Whatcha gonna do?!

At least it didn't happen when Miss G was in heels and hair!