Alright, To understand why I'm so pissy right now, I have to explain what had happened a few years ago. My husband decided to remodel the bathroom in the house. But he didn't do it himself...ohhh no....He had a friend (Wilber) that does this for a living. So Wilber comes over and tears my whole bathroom out and calls himself installing the new one.
One bathroom (and a small one at that) took them two weeks to finish. I had shit everywhere! The bathroom itself was better than it was, but half of the shit they did was completely fucked. The walls weren't cut right, didn't use right kind of molding for ceiling or floors, the molding wasn't even cut at the right angle. The caulk they used was wrong. The sink wasn't even straight. WTF? My father was in construction...I know a shit job when I see one!
So when they were tearing everything out of the bathroom, it all went outside into a huge pile at the back of my yard. And they left it. So then my husband gets Wilber to clean the yard quite a few months later. We HAD an old bus in the yard. It was here when we moved in. Took forever to find someone to take it off, but Wilber said he could. OK...So he cuts the bus up and starts hauling it away along with half the trees in my yard. After he ruins the yard, he starts pushing all the trees he knocked over into the pile of shit he left before from the bathroom. As he does this, I have to scream at him he is ruining our little pet cemetery
, that is now covered with dead tree limbs.
And he leaves. leaving the mess behind. Along with all the "One day it will be worth something" shit my husband was ALWAYS bringing home........
So my husband decides to die on me and I have all this wonderful mess to deal with. Several people have TOLD me they were going to help clean my yard back up....but I haven't heard from any of them. So my brother came over with a couple of his friends
and they tell me they will come over and help with the yard. Sure..needs to be done. After I tell them it would be fine, I realize that one of the guys might as well be a stalker( but that's a different ramble)!
Well, they came over to the house yesterday and started cleaning the yard. I sent my son out there to watch and let them know what they could take off. I stayed in the house. No need starting my stalker up...
...They were out there for a couple hours. When it got dark, they left...on a car!..WTF? So I get up this morning and open my window and about shit myself! My whole fucking yard has piles of metal and wood...everything....My daughter stepped on a damn nail (wasn't bad) and even had a pile of shit right behind my van!!! I would have never seen it! So now instead of one pile of shit in the back of my yard, I have about 6 piles scattered everywhere. I'm about ready to pull my hair out!
So that's what's happening! I can't fucking stand it! I have to deal with this yard, Easter is tomorrow...first year I have to be E.B. by myself
I'm having waves of saddness hit me. And my yard is depressing me!
Alright Dragon...I'm ready for the red bow!...