Yes, this is my front yard right now. My bushes are my clothes dryer until we can dry out the washer and dryer to see if they still work. I can't bear the thought of spending hours at a laundromat, so I think I'm going to let them dry and take them to the cleaners tomorrow to have someone else launder the gooey, sticky disgusting mud off them. Lazy? Yes. Sensible? Entirely.
Beerman suggested we do a "flood sale". You want it, come and get it as-is. It's yours. As the day wears on, I'm thinking that's not such a bad plan. This is really exhausting. Or maybe that's the 3 hours of sleep we're running on.
At least the village manager knows I'm on his tail. He came out to check the situation out, we've exchanged emails, and I politely informed him that I'm his new best friend. He understood. Just in case he didn't, I now have a lawyer on retainer.
In the meantime, we're going to party like it's 2008.
3 comments:
mingle*****
Huh! You are not having a good week.
Oh no! That's not the way to make a best friend. ;-)
Seriously, I'm sorry you've got this to deal with. But it's great you're taking action.
::mingle::
Oh, wow :( How awful to go through this, and even more so since it's a recurring problem. I hope your dealings with the village are successful in getting things remedied.
:: mingling ::
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