Didn’t feel like doing anything today so here’s sumpin’ from Ron from a few weeks back.

Windy as hell today, and just a li’l chilly, so I decided to stay inna house and put some stain on a few spots on the cabinets along the floor where Reggie’s all upset about the way they look. The marks from the flood are quite visible in many areas, and when I ripped up the kitchen floors to retile it, I took out all the quarter-round. When the tile guy did the grout on the new flooring, he wasn’t particularly careful under the cabinets, so in a few spots there are gaps between the vertical and the tiles and in other spots there are smears. And I never replaced the quarter round.

First I tried to take off the smears. No joy. So then I decided to put a dark stain on ’em. Worked great on the wood, but didn’t take on the grout. No idea why. I mean, that stuff is just calcium carbonate, I reckon, kinda like mortar . . . I thought. But apparently the stuff they used has a nylon component in it which resists cracking AND staining, so all I accomplished was to darken the wood and make a greater contrast with the grout smears.

Anyway, while waiting for it to dry so I could try a second coat, I touched up the top lips on all the drawers. They’re really cheap cabinets, and the top lips on the drawers and doors were never properly finished. They’re kinda porous and collect a lotta dust. Need to be completely sanded and finished correctly. But, I decided to just clean ’em off and try a layer of stain with sealant, figurin that would at least make ’em easier to wipe down.

Made the drawer and door top lips look MUCH better, but right after I got all the masking tape and drop papers and tools and stuff put away, I realized I had one helluva headache from the fumes. Geeez . . . that stuff never seemed to bother me that much before.

Anyhow, I had the news on in the kitchen while I was workin, and heard stuff today that would curdle milk destroy all faith in humanity. In fact, some of it was probably significant contributors to my headache.

First I heard Shrillary say that it’s unfair that she is being held to higher standards of behavior and ethics than all the other candidates. She says that’s not fair, and all the Republicans should be investigated to the degree she has been. Friggin shrew.

Then somebody replayed that clip of her barkin like a dog. Goddam banshee.

Next was that business about Sanders tying her in Iowa and layin an ass-whuppin on her in Newampshirr but somehow her windin up with more than 500 delegates to his 70. Freakin slattern.

And then that crap about her having accomplished SO much as SecState and having SO much “experience” in government. Lousy tramp.

Finally the stuff about not being able to say if she ever lied or not. Oh, and that she is absolutely NOT worried about the e-mail “scandal” because it’s just a big right-wing conspiracy witch hunt that’s not going anywhere. Two faced-floozy.

I mean, she actually lied about having lied and smiled while she did it. JHFC.

And people are gonna buy that stuff. I heard a report about young, single women today . . . that the majority of them will go for Cankles because anything she “might” have done in the past is ancient history and she’s the only one they can depend on to protect their salaries and their hard-earned rights. Yeah, hard-earned rights. Like any woman under 30 today has been a BIG contributor to civil and women’s rights.

Problem is, of course, that the black and the Latino communities are predominantly Democrat and will vote for her even if she’s in fargin jail. Leftistas all over the country will buy into her hot-air agenda created entirely by power-hungry hypocrites especially for the Kool-Aid drinkers who ride imaginary unicorns to the Welfare Office and buy their munchies for their “medical” marijuana with Food Stamps.

Yeah, no goddam wonder I got a goddam headache. And Reggie just went out to buy some goddam fish to cook for dinner tonite, so now the house is gonna smell like goddam polyurethane-coated fried tilapia.

Farkle!