"Buried the bag in the bushes out front" may be the craziest thing I've ever heard. Related to food delivery, at least.
Basically giving the snaking one more go before I surrender to committing to a new line+cleanout+ TEAR UP MY NEW FRONT YARD (I think that bothers me more than even the $$$$. Goddamn, I will have to dig up all those plants, get the guy to rebuilt the wall, uhhg.)
Ugh, that all sounds terrible.
Really, it is a day or so of work for the plumbing, probably a day for the yard guys....and a few hours for me digging and replanting. Really, not bad. Not like some. BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
No, of course you don't, but once it's done it's done, right?
Yup. But first, need to get over hating the phone and calling for bids/videoscoping to see if truly necessary.
What I really want to know is who is cutting metal a block or so over at past 11 at night the past couple nights? Sounds serious.
Brenda, your delivery guy never made it past the first word of the slogan.
Ayup. It occurred to me that "for stoners, by stoners" might also be apt.
Managed more than 5 hours of consecutive sleep (you'd think this wouldn't be a thing for someone who loves sleep and hates waking as much as me, but it's been rare for the past month or so) and even the cats cooperated.
Now to finish the coffee and think about cleaning this first floor. As long as Pumpkin doesn't sabotage me....
I managed to make a cup of coffee with no mishaps this morning, hooray! Now to get in as much To Do List clearing (which includes buying more coffee because that was the last of it, would have been trouble if it had gone wrong) as I can around watching the Niners.
I'm pretty sure my mattress is trying to kill me.
That's such a shame when something you expect to be supportive turns homicidal.