We got up early, again, this morning and as usual Hubby waited for the worker to show up before he’d leave. This morning the plaster guy wasn’t showing up, so Hubby left. Still no guy. He’s not just a little late, he’s over one hour late… I’m not liking this. Everything was going so smooth this far, what now?
On another note, one of the moronic neighbour who was the one who actually left the garage door opened, which started this whole debacle, sent us an email the day before yesterday asking if we wanted a gizmo they bought but didn’t work from their place, which signals you when the garage door is left open. Hubby’s answer (to me) was: “We’re not stupid, we know how to operate a garage door, it’s not rocket science, and we won’t pay for something to palliate our neighbours’ stupidity”, so I told her we weren’t interested in purchasing anything. Surprising, isn’t it, that I’m the one being the diplomatic one? It’s scary, even to me. Ha!
Besides that, I’m meeting a few people from high school tonight, for a drink. I haven’t seen any of them in over twenty-five years! Should be interesting for sure.