mondayPosted: May 24, 2010
Came home to a message from the appraisal guy that he wants to come tomorrow at noon. Fuck me.
Call him back after consults with Friend Ex-Wife of Nice Appraiser, Neighbor From Jersey Who Can Make Up Good Lies, Husband of T of Tuesday Fame. Leave message saying I can’t make tomorrow because there is no one to watch the children at school. It is all about the children.
- fence broken by Snow Of the Century torn down
- porch railing fixed, sanded and primed
- sofits patched where starlings have moved in
- weird, un-dry-walled spots mudded
- curtain to cover up open closet in north bedroom
- lots of yard shit (edging,
- wood moving
Yikes. LB is on her way over. With wine and willing hands and heart. Thank you, baby Jesus, for the gift of my people.