ask me if i am done cleaning.
i'm not. i spent 6 hours cleaning the young teens bedroom yesterday. a developed nation complaint for sure, but still. i found a HUGE stash of silver ware and books to give to a friend with a kid alittle younger then young teen. the books, not the silverware.
now its on to my room. which really isn't bad. i just have to throw some clothing into the closet and kinda straiten some stuff out. prolly should make my bed too.
the front room and dinner room are done, the kitchen is almost there.
this guy is just looking around for structural problems, do the fire detectors work, etc. monday the first perspective buyer comes. it really has to look nice by then.
the day before yesterday i got a phone call from younger teens dad, he said "what are you doing right now? are you busy? i need a huge favor." i said, i am working but its no biggie. i don't have 200.00 dollars. what is it?"
he said "i split my pants working at Eric's (he and his wife own renaissance tree care and ds dad works with them) can you bring me a pair of pants."
i manage, barely, to stifle a laugh. and say sure
next thing i know i am driving to the house with pants. get there are hell if he hasn't completely busted out the ass of his pants. funniest thing ever.
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