Magnetrometers and such

So I cleaned my house today right...I had the day off because I worked all weekend. Vanna, the bitch, my cat, decides that my end table is now a wonderful playland specially created for her. I draped a green beach wrap over it to change up the look of my living room for the summer. In her excitement, she "accidently" pulled the entire thing off the top of the table. Luckily I only had 5 glass picture frames, an incense burner (full of ash) and a candle on top. Nothing broke, but my freshly vacuummed carpet now has ash all over it. Thank you Vanna. She has been avoiding me for the past hour cause she knows I'm mad at her.
Now that I have that story out of the way...
The Air show was kinda cool, met some decent folks, also met some strange, strange people. You haven't lived til you have searched a fat man in a belly shirt that smells like week-old bologne. I didn't know any of the people I was working with on Friday, but by Sunday I was friendly enough with them that one of the guys was making sure to direct the really "interesting" people to my search line. Again, in case I didn't thank you enough, THANK YOU! *eye roll* I know lots of cops now, and with my luck, expect me to be calling in favors sometime soon. Remember my name...
Also, porta potties are the most disgusting things ever invented. How is it that we can clone humans, but we can't come up with anything better than porta potties? EWE gross. I actually snuck to my car and drove to a gas station while on my ONE 20 minute break so I could use a real toilet.
My apartment building finally turned my air conditioner on...THANK YOU...but now it is dripping water on me while I'm typing this. You get what you pay for folks...if you wanna live in the "NCR", you better be prepared to pay at least $1200/mo. for a ghetto ass apartment. At least no one has bashed in my windshield here, apparently Virginia is a step up from Maryland.
I need to fold my laundry, but I keep coming up with better things to do...like sit here, writing about it...I have all day tomorrow to put it off. It'll eventually get done, and if it doesn't...who's gonna yell at me? Not me.