Thursday, July 15, 2010

A promise is a promise....(unless you have ADD)

A few days ago I made a promise to my blog readers. I take a promise quite seriously, unless of course I forget that I promised or something comes up that prevents me from following through on said promise.

Which is what happened today.

I poured myself a strong cup of coffee, got all comfy in my chair, cracked my knuckles and prepared to create another earth stopping post.

Uptown...part duex was to be the title.

Suddenly I found myself sweating bullets.

I tried this....

and this...

and I was just about to get naked when suddenly I thought about the fan in the hallway.

I set it up to blow right on me and I cranked the bugger to #3.... it whispered, when I expected a roar.

After an quick examination I see the problem.

(Just more evidence of me falling down on the job. From the song...I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan...and never never for------get bout the fan (or something like that)....

Anyway the freakin fan was clogged with dust.

Never mind it was.....

5:40 in the morning.

I went to work fixing the problem

And using some advanced and intricate tools I worked toward making things right.

The fear of an electical shock had me using a rat tail comb to dig the dust out....(I probably should have unplugged the thing before I took it apart).

It soon became obvious I needed to bring out the "big gun".

Then this little bimbo

joined the vaccum in making so much noise the whole damn family was soon going to be up...She barked till I kicked her in the jaw (just kidding, just kidding).

I was getting frustrated trying to get the fan put back together...

My fake claws made the job tougher than it should have been.

When I got the fan put back together and turned on it still was barely blowing.

I was almost ready to give up and jump my sweaty azz into the shower...suddenly...SUDDENLY, I channeled my inner Daddio and I knew what to do to help with my HOT hot flash....

Yes, I turned on the air conditioning.

And all was right again in my hot little world...except I ran out of time to follow through on my promise....

Uptown, part duex coming soon to a blog near you.


  1. Dear PPB: I hope you remember the last time I tore your fan apart... With little Dana's help, I might add... I had to put myself in Bear's hands to get the darn thing back together....He helped, we did it.. There in lies your secret....Junior McGiver....I laughed so hard at the story. You are such a talented writer and I do enjoy reading your stuff...LOL MOM

  2. It's funny how sometimes your brain just refuses to accept the obvious answer to the equation. I have definitely been there.


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