The curse survives! Jessika once explained to me that the bad things that have happened with our home are a direct result of living on top of a Native American peoples burial ground. How else can one explain all the bizarre stuff that has happened with our home improvement projects? Guess what! The curse survives.
Last week we ordered carpet for the stairs as they are STILL just the particle board sub-flooring from when we had the complete flooring debacle which assures the world we will never step foot into a L.owes again. Since it is just the staircase we are carpeting we went to The H.ome D.epot. We picked out a very pretty, and yet neutral, carpet and sat down with the department guy to get to business. He writes up the whole order before I have the presence of mind to ask if they use employees or subs? “Oh we have a great company “-” you’re going to love them.” I start laughing. Yes, that would be the same sub that Lo.wes uses and we had to sue.
We get into the car to find another carpet source when I look at David and tell him I think he can install it himself. It’s not like it’s a huge room or something that needs to be stretched. It’s sixteen small pieces. Easy. Peasy. So we turn around – at the same exit as we would take to get to Low.es because there is no irony there – and head back into the store to order just the carpet. Easy. Peasy.
Cut to Saturday morning. Did I mention we were in Labor & Delivery until after midnight Friday night? It’s all good, the contractions have stopped and the PineNut is as wiggly as ever. And breathing too – that was so freaking cool to see on the ultrasound. Anyway. Saturday morning we called to pick up our piece of carpet only to find the order never processed. The store isn’t sure why but someone will call us. Uh-huh. I think we should start looking for different carpet, but that’s the cynic in me.
Sunday we did a bit of shopping and came home to do some chores around the house. Last night I’ve got the shower going and David comes upstairs to see if I’m spraying water all over the bathroom since he can hear it dripping onto the drywall above his head. This is a bad thing as I truly wasn’t playing with the hose. This means there is a leak UNDER the custom tub. This means it isn’t a “Michelle and David can tackle it” home improvement job. This is more of a contractor gig. And we all know how much we love contractors.
So Friday night was a little scary. Saturday was a little annoying. Sunday we’re looking at despair here. And oh, wait! It gets better! This morning David woke me up to tell me he lost his wallet the last time we were out which was sometime early Sunday afternoon. And since no one has called, it means they’re keeping it. We go into crisis mode to get cards replace and accounts closed and now I think it’s all good.
However, I truly believe Tuesdays are always worse than Mondays. (Mondays you are prepared for the crap – you let your guard down come Tuesday) I’m thinking of looking for the Cadbury mini eggs stash and staying in bed. Maybe ordering in some slurpees to be delivered. Anything to avoid the dead aboriginals and their blessed curse.
An aside: I type these up and Word corrects my obvious misspellings. It continues to correct “indians” to “Indians”. Is this really why bad things are happening? Because some dead grammarians are buried under my home?
May 1st, 2007 at 2:03 pm
That sounds like a terrible, no good awfully bad weekend! I hope the rest of your week goes better. If you never get around to the carpet, you can always paint the sub flooring. If someone asks, call it “Style”. :)
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