is your mother home?
dean took monday off of work and we did yard work ALL. DAY. LONG. i'm not kidding. he was out there by 7:30am and i was out there by 9am (screw that 7:30am thing). we didn't finish until 4:30pm. we came in to eat lunch around noon, but that was pretty much the only break. so what were we doing to the lawn, exactly? well, basically we wanted to redo the entire expanse of grass lawn. the lawn is pretty hideous; it's mostly just weeds, crabgrass, and vast expanses of dirt with nothing growing in it. so first, on sunday, dean mowed the grass. then he mowed it again SUPER short. then we had to rake up all the grass clippings. we didn't finish all the raking on sunday because we had a meeting to go to, so we finished that up monday morning. after the raking was done, i went through the yard and pulled up the worst batches of weeds and crabgrass. i really wanted to be thoroughly anal and pull all of them out, but i would have been out there all freaking day doing just that, so i resisted. when i finished clearing areas of the weeds, dean went through with a thatch rake and loosened up all the dirt. once all the thatching was done, we had to clear off all the loose weeds and grass. finally, once all that was done (and our backs were officially broken), we reseeded the whole yard. we filled in some holes with fresh soil and then watered the whole yard. we haven't gotten any rain this week, so i'm in charge of watering the yard until it does. which reminds me....
Tuesday afternoon i went outside to water the yard. i didn't feel like setting up the sprinkler, so i just took the hose and watered the yard myself. i was out there for just over two hours, but it was nice to get out. anyway... while i was working on the front yard, some white truck drove by and pulled up into the driveway next to where i was working. he rolled down his windows and called out to me.
Him: "Is your mom or dad at home?"
Me: "uh.... no."
Him: *laughing to himself* "I guess you're the mom, huh?"
Me: "uh... no, again. But I do live here if that's what you're looking for."
then he started in on his speech about selling frozen meats and trying to expand his delivery area and would i like to buy some meat. i totally hate these door to door salesmen (we would get them all the time at my last job), but this time i was happy to have an excuse.
Me: "I really don't have the money for that right now. I've just been laid off my job and am unemployed, so I really can't. Thanks. Bye."
Him: "Oh, ok. Well, I just had to ask."
and off he went. man, they bother me so much. your product may be the best thing since sliced bread, but if you come to my home or my place of business and tell me how your product really is the best thing since sliced bread, i am not going to believe you. not one bit. why? because i know your salary is totally based on commissions. so OF COURSE you're going to tell me your product is the best thing since sliced bread. plus, can't you see i'm in the middle of something?? i'd really rather not be bothered. plus plus, AM BROKE. WILL NOT GIVE YOU MONEY. do i need to start wearing a sign?
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