oh, jew, i wish i knew how to quit you...

but the shit we get ourselves into is just too much of a brilliant disaster to actually try.

the following takes place in the hour of 1800-1900:

text from jew: hey, i'm on way over. (she needed to drop off part of my uniform)

text from me: do you want me to meet you downstairs?

jew: it'll just be easier (REMEMBER THIS!)

AND THEN OF COURSE THE SIRENS START. because why? BECAUSE THE BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET IS ON FIRE.

and then the jew shows up.

AND GETS STUCK AT MY BUILDING WITH ME BECAUSE THE FIRE DEPT IS BLOCKING MY GARAGE. BECAUSE NOTHING IS EVER "EASY" WITH US.

so after i've called in late to work, we decide to camp out on my balcony and watch the fire dept do what they do best (read: stand around with pretty flashy lights).

nothing really exciting happened, i must say (unless you count that a truck moved and the ladder came off the roof---very exciting to the katz).

but the whole point of this blog is: HOW DO WE GET OURSELVES INTO THIS SHIT?

nothing exciting ever happens to me when i'm away from her (and, yes, on occasion we are separate from one another). nearly nothing exciting ever happens to her (except in the 'hood around her). so really, what kind of karma must we have that shit like this happens IMMEDIATELY UPON US BEING AROUND EACH OTHER?

can someone develop a 12-step program for me and my jew? because clearly, we need to: 1) learn how to not spend every day together and B) learn how to not HAVE CRAZY ASS RANDOM SHIT (read: adventures) HAPPEN TO US.

the end.

ps. my fingers are frozen because, of course, i'm sitting on the balcony typing while watching the DCFD in 35 degree weather.vbjkl;' ( that was the dog typing)
pss: and of course neither of us have a camera with us.

--originally posted dec 19, 2007; 1819hrs