Today I said kaka poopie...not once but three or four times. See, I was flinging mud, drywall mud, tryin to be neat about it and that's a no-win situation, you got the mud slipping off the drywall knife, a six-incher, splat! on the hardwood floor. And if you ever tried to clean up drywall mud and dust, you'd'a said kaka poopie! too. I'm sorry for what I am. I'll try to do better tomorrow. Drinkin a beer now, trying to unwind, images of drywall mud-splat still fresh on my mind, as the song has it. Gordon Lightfoot I think...If you could read my drywall mud-splat, what a tale that would tell, do dah, do dah. Anyway, have two drywall jobs going on, one over in Centennial, this old mining house, thought I'd be working there the winter long, but oh no...no heat in the house for one thing...and the ground was frozen? In the basement? Tryin to dig in a sump well cause they got water problems. I think I said AY CARUMBA! when I showed up, back in March was it? Call it March. Standing water, ground frozen under the crete, punched through the crete but no go any further. Kaka poopie...went home and took a nap.
So...then I got this other drywall job over on Boundary? For Ted? Did a lot of work for Ted over the years, he has that place over on Pit Road, the old family farm. Muddin in that house, on Boundary, tryin to be neat and such...no such luck. I know the German word for ****...ole Pastor Schultz, see, during catechism classes, he was telling Kris and me if we feel the urge to let loose, that the word **** is okay...we wouldn't stand before the Judgement Seat if we cut loose with a **** once in a while. But still...so kaka poopie it is. Finn, too...busca hosa...sounds right. **** pants.
They mostly spew out of my mouth when I'm frustrated or heated.
