Friday, October 02, 2009
Our basement is being finished. Sooooo contractors have been coming in and out everyday. However, they come when they feel like it. So I feel like a prisoner in my own house. Are they coming now? 15 minutes later...how about now? I would really like to go to the store, sigh I'll wait another 29 minutes. 2 hours later, Cheetos are calling me from the kitchen. I decide to go for a 10 minute walk instead. I'm back, son of a #*^&%! They're still not here!!! Cheetos snack bag saunters by without a word, does a pirouette and heads back for the kitchen. Quick prayers go up....Lord, have these people esconded with our huge deposit and are not coming back? Please help my unbelief, please help my unbelief...Cheetos, I rebuke you! My hands are shaking, 3hrs have gone by since they said "they were on the way". You know what I need? some curt'ns. I get out some fabric and get to cutting and sewing, all the while berating myself for not being content with the house and hiring people to "fix" it. I snatch up that prancing bag of Cheetos and punished those little golden fat laden sticks! Washing them down with Berry flavored Juicy Juice. That'll teach 'em! 10 minutes later, I hear the garage door go up. Works starts...4 hours late, but they are here...that'll teach me.
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