Slippery ride down the gutter.

Sometimes.

OK MOST times.

My mind is in the gutter.

I'd like to claim title now, I'm gutterlicious.

You may call me Stacie Gutterlicious.

'Cause I am.

Gutterlicious.

Except, there are times, when I shouldn't take that slippery ride down the gutter.

With my parents, would be one time.

With the kids, another time to not slip and slide.

I learned last night that another time to NOT "go there" is with the hired help.

In fact, the title "hired help" has me licking the gutter dripping from my fingers.

(see?)

I've hired help to finish the few items that STBE refuses to fix and HAS not finished in say the last FIVE years we've been in the house.

May I say that the hired help is a cutie, with a nice patootie.

Anyway.

Hired Help calls yesterday to say he can come to my house *snicker* Friday to work on the trim and stripping in the basement.

*chirp

I get the list of items he needs from Menard's and make my way to the store, returning the wrong items and getting what he really needs.

*ahem*

"I'll be up til 'bout midnight, if you need help at Menard's just call me" He says.

*blink

So, I am standing in the aisle of closet organizers. Trying to decide which kind and of course they have NOTHING in the length he's requested.

*cough*

"Hi, Hired Help, this is Stacie Gutterlicious. They don't have a pole long enough for the closet, but I see wire things that are also too long, but are poleless (much like me). Can they be cut to size? And do you think I should get the pole or just go with these?"

*giggle*

"Thanks, Hired Help. I think I will get the really long pole since you can cut it down to the size you want. Sorry to bother you."

Poles are fun.

Speaking of poles polls don't forget to vote for me.

Hired help, poles, size, it's all just too guttery fun.

However, I don't know this guy and therefore, it's not kosher to be making jokes about poles.

I'll just leave his fee on the nightstand.