The Blair Home Project II

Predictable life = boring life!

When nothing goes as planned = asylum!

Which one should I chose?

Tough one!

Ever since Alex called the guy that was going to build Sami’s new room’s wall (and free us from having to sleep in HIS room, so we could finally reclaim OUR bedroom,) and told him to fuck off, not to come and that he just lost a $1000 deal, we got stuck. And I mean stuck! At first it was kind of like, oh, wow, it’s fun, cause we didn’t plan for that, but today – three days later – I’m just sick of having to eat on foot and live stuck on the only clean room in the house. I did decide to take it all upon myself and start working, but DAMN! we live in a house that needs a lot of fixing up. The avalanche was set off and is still rolling us down the hill, without any sense of control.

So, what do we do? We mess up the entire bathroom that has nothing to do with me scraping off all the ceilings, or not to mention Sami’s new room, and start fixing our headache by beating our heads into a wall.

But what kind of a choice do we have? Listen to these excuses, the different handyman gave us:

First one – family emergency! Needs to leave town immediately! Calls me three hours later, tells me he decided to stay, so he can build my wall. I tell him ok, the next day he’s 2 hours late and still no sign of him (that’s the one who saw the full extent of the alkA wrath)

Then next one – stuck in a trench for the whole afternoon – couldn’t call me!

Next – moving to a new house, can’t take the job, because he will be too busy!

Next – listen to this one – while they were doing some other client’s job, this client crashed into their own garage, so these people are now going to have to stay and fix his garage as well.

WTF?!?!?!?!?!

Does any of this add up?

Alex has to change Sami on our bed and we eat lunch over the sink! So…

If you are handy enough, and have no relatives dying in Albuquerque, trenches around you or polar bears, eating your mamma’s lunch, please, come help us, because we’re sick of holding Sami behind bars, so he won’t slap his pretty little hands all over our dusty floors, and keeping Buddah in the garage, so she won’t get her allergic reaction like last time we were remodeling our home…please, come help!

In the US, all the houses are made of wood and plastic anyway, so you may know how to build a wall if you’ve played with Lego long enough!