Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Stupid Men

So for awhile now I have been complaining about the jerks who keep coming to my house. Currently, I sit in the wake of their leftover smell. I know right? It's not what you think though. It's drywall mud. I guess I should be grateful it's not body odor and farts. Anyway, Richards Home Improvement has been at my house for the last few days fixing the gaping hole in my bathroom ceiling. Again, maybe I should be grateful? I'm not though. Let me explain why.


The first day they showed up it was at seven in the morning. For some that is not early at all however for me, it is. Especially because I have been basking in the late arising of Jackson. He has been getting up at 9 lately (10:30a.m. today!!!). So the sound of banging on the wall is not a pleasant sound to wake up to.
Okay fine, they get done 8 hours later and come back the next day. At what time? 1:30 p.m. Right when Jackson and I decide to take a nap. Bastards. (As you can tell, I'm not real happy about this).

Today it was at 12 which I guess is a little more reasonable. Still, I hate the feeling of not being able to use my bathroom when I want. Especially when more recently I have had bouts of emergency bathroom usage. Thank goodness for Janell and Bad who live 8 houses away, and for Weis. That's only a few blocks.

Mr. Richard himself told me he wouldn't be back until 8:30 a.m. on Monday morning. Thank the Lord! That's way better than 7. I can at least plan better for that.

Oh yeah, I made some delicious cookies and offered them to Richard and his helper (who he orders around like a slave) and he says,"No, I don't like oatmeal." That's when as the person on the receiving end, you take them anyway and give them to your wife or dog or garbage can. I gave them to the poor slave instead. I'm sure he enjoyed them much more than Dick... I mean Richard.

One more thing. Richard here has enough guts to post an ugly advertisement for his business in front of my house. The thing is HUGE! I don't even have a front yard big enough for me to sit on let alone enough space for his ugly thing. I am SO mad about that. I feel like I should be getting commission or something. He didn't even ask if it was okay. It's just there. I took a picture of it so you can judge for yourself if his sign is worthy of my hatred. Blah! At least I'll have a ceiling. That's what I keep telling myself in order to stay sane.

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