Day 7: "Snow don't move shit!"

MLK Day HURRAY!!!  T’s at work and I’m not.  Gonna be a perfect Netflix day!  Or so I thought. 

T called and asked, “Do you know how to measure something using a tape measure?” My calmest first-day-of-my-period reply was, “I teach the metric system and scientific measuring for crying out loud!!  What kinda question is that?  I am truly offended.”

 “Ok, I’m sorry,” said T, “some people don’t know how.  Can you measure the door jam for me?”

“Of course I can measure a door jam, as soon as you can tell me what a door jam is.”

I could never really figure out exactly what he wanted measured.  I told him 6.1 inches, but he was sure that was wrong. 

Ah back to Netflix time :) 

Wrong again!  T came home from work in a hurry.  He had an hour to check his online banking, hook up his trailer, go pick up all the trim, unload it at our house, and go back to work.  He needed to check his online banking to make sure we had enough money to pay for the trim, but he somehow forgot the online access number he’s had for years.  Then, he told me I’d have to go with him because he left his wallet at work and didn’t have time to go back and get it before the lumber place closed.  So, after I turned off Netflix and got dressed, I found his wallet on the bed where we placed it when he came in and got on the computer to access his online banking.  He has lost his mind.  We got home with the trim and I helped him unload it.  I wish I would have had time to change out of my new Tom’s shoes that I got for Christmas.  With him on the front end of the trim train and me on the caboose, he was leading me through mud, mulched up leaves, and poop.  I have over ½ acre fenced in back yard and my stupid goat and Cupcake have to take craps on the walk way between the gate and back porch. 

T says, “It’s your animals!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t except all this poop to be here from when we let the goat out of its pin a week ago.”

“Snow don’t move shit.”

We covered the trim in plastic because it’s supposed to rain tonight.  It look like we have dead bodies on the porch :( Plus, the smell of the skunk sprayed trap, that HoodRat pooped in, makes it smell like we have dead bodies on the porch. 

T went back to work.  Mexican painter guy, who T has hired for many jobs over the past 3 years,  showed up to make an estimate.  I don’t speak Spanish and I am self-conscious of me speaking too loud or too slow to over compensate for not knowing Spanish.  T gave me a list of things to tell Mexican painter guy:

Spray doors (5)

Caulk all trim

2 coats on trim

Prime walls (ceilings on going to be flat)

2 coats on walls and ceiling

Hallway, bedrooms, bathroom

Paint trim and beadboard all same color in bathroom

Caulk tub

Prime and paint laundry room (no doors just walls and base board)

So, in summary, he kept saying something about painting the doors that were already hanging.  And I was trying to tell him that T is getting new doors.  Mexican painter wouldn’t give me an estimate until the trim was hung.  I told him that the trim was outside if he wanted to take a look at it. But, he didn’t.  He told me to have T talk to him when the trim was hung.  At least, I think that’s what he said.  So, he left.

Hurray!  Netflix time!!!!