The gentleman that came was super nice. He gave us several options; from most pricey to less expensive. I appreciate options. With this estimate comes tearing out the gross bushes in our front yard. They are so bogus and everyday I dream about beautiful perennials. Tall ones, short ones, trailing ones...... color. Yes.
With all this being said, the contractor was most importantly NICE. Yes, folks.... nice. Apparently its a difficult thing these days HOWEVER, there are a few good Samaritans out there that still practice the art of being nice. Por ejemplo, my neighbors are NICE. Helpful, courteous, polite, always smiling despite adversity.... fucking nice. And for all you out there that aren't nice, I don't need you.
Shep's new favorite activity is slithering to our coffee table and pulling puzzle boxes towards him. Great game..... especially when the corner of the box jabs him in his peanutbuttery smoosh face. Not good. His other favorite activity is sticking his fat fanny in the air while sleeping. Love. Can't get enough of that boo-tay.
Above is a picture of Beau and Ford Petersen. Their faces about sum it up-- Beau, the muscle behind the operation is just pumped to be playing with new toys, while Ford-O (the brains) is pissed that Beau is on his turf. I see future fraternity brothers.... with lots of firework igniting, lacrosse and 6-packs while fishing.
I watched the season finale of Teen Mom. I cried and was again, reminded that Jenelle is a freaking train wreck. Apparently, she is heroin addict. Nice move idiot. Heroin, unlike pot, is the beginning of the end. Chasing the dragon. Game over. Plus, if you need to stick a needle in your arm and aren't diabetic, you need to check your head. Whatever happened to a lovely glass of Pinot Grigio and some yacht rock. Christopher Cross and Barefoot PG make almost all problems go away.
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