Brett’s home today – no materials at the job site means no work for him to do – and that always throws me totally off my domestic stride. He’s just not supposed to be here when I’m cleaning the damn house. Basically I’ve accomplished nothing beyond making lunch, doing the ubiquitious dishes, putting away the laundry, and dusting half-heartedly.

The good news is that the guy Brett and his partner are working for finally sent money. Er, sort of. He said he’d send an International money order, but he didn’t. He sent a check. So it’s sitting in the account waiting to turn into real money. (I have my doubts that this transformation will actually take place, due to all the spooky crap Brett’s been telling me about this job.) (If the check bounces I will be so poor, yes. But I must admit I will take a certain amount of pleasure in my DH when he goes to the job site and UNDOES HIS WORK WITH HIS TITANIUM CROW BAR.) (He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t get paid. It rarely happens, but when you sign a contract with Mr. Brett, you’d better goddamn pay him what you said you’d pay him. THE MAN OWNS A TITANIUM CROW BAR, for heaven’s sake.)

Brett and I spent quite a while dealing with his eBay auction this afternoon. “Dealing” involved sitting in front of the computer during the auction’s final 40 minutes and clicking Refresh like total freaks. The guy who actually won the auction was suspended from eBay UK shortly afterward, but the next highest bidder purchased it and says he’ll pay via Paypal tomorrow.

If he actually does, I will get to go to Chicago to see Todd Rundgren tomorrow night. If he does not, I will have wasted a little over a hundred bucks on tickets that I will have absolutely no way to scalp since I have them in real ticket form rather than a transferrable e-ticket format.

Let me state right now that if we don’t get to go, I WILL BE SUPREMELY PISSED.

Brett, who is famous for doing absurdly irresponsible shit with money, is still making noises about thinking we shouldn’t go because we’re so broke right now blah blah blah blah BLAH, and I was forced to poke him in the gut and say, “If this were someone YOU love – like B.B. King – instead of Todd, you wouldn’t think twice about going. So shut the fuck up with your quasi-responsible maybe-we-ought-not-to-spend-money-right-now BULLSHIT! I know you don’t give a shit about Todd, BUT I DO. If we get the money, we’re going. TODD IS GODD. And that’s SO final.” He not only giggled, he agreed – because I AM SO RIGHT.

Then, lest we forget how black his heart truly is, he began looking at the Jade Dragon Tattoo web site, because, as I said, he’s famous for doing absurdly irresponsible shit with money.

In a nutshell: we can’t go if the hoist guy doesn’t pay tomorrow, but if we DO go, he’ll insist on getting a tattoo. And women are supposed to be the irrational sex!