The first time we looked at our house, we didn't realize anything was wrong with the house next door. About the third or fourth time we came over here (after putting in an offer, before closing... and yes, we went by, like, everyday. It was vacant, we are Realtors. We could go in whenever we wanted.), we noticed there was only a front facade of the house next door. The rest had burned down. We assumed it just happened. We had that side of our house checked for smoke/fire damage, and found none. We didn't think much of it. Until we moved in and found out it had burned down FOUR YEARS ago. Four. No one had done anything with it since. Our HOA was no help. Which was surprising, given the fact that they send me a letter every time my grass grows longer than one inch or when I paint my house the same damn color it was without prior approval.
So this morning, when a construction crew shows up bright and early, all the neighbors got very excited. Kenny confirmed that, unlike the rumors (we heard they were tearing it down), they were going to rebuild it. We all celebrated. Yay for our house values. Yay for not finding kids playing in the burned down house anymore. I was happy. It is going to be a pain in the ass during the construction. My dogs had already exhausted themselves by barking all morning. The summer is just starting, and we have a construction crew standing on a roof, looking right at our pool. So much for my little backyard oasis. But, still. Happy.
Until I came home from running errands this morning. And. Found an 18-wheeler in my front yard. That's right. MY FRONT YARD. Parked in my grass.
Tiffany, what was it I yelled when I got out of the car? FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC? Do you think that means the same thing in Spanish as it does in English?
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oh my god I would shit a fricking brick.. no joke.. I would kill something.. easily! want me to give you a few cuss words in spanish?? I'm a little rusty but I would help you tell them where to put the 18 wheeler......
Lee
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Allison
Well, I couldn't make out too much between the f word & the continued helpless screams coming from your mouth.. "My yard! My f'in yard! Tiffany! Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
LOL, you did give them an earful, right? I mean even if they didn't understand it, they should realize what screaming and pointing to a 4 wheeler parked inappropriately means.
At least if they ruined the grass you know someone that can fix it.
OMG. I am so glad I wasn't one of those workers this morning. Did you ream them out? I would have.
See again--all that screaming you do is why you lost your voice. :D
And yeah, I would stay out of the pool while they are there. You can only be a distraction for them, and you don't want to slow construction down at all. :P
I was going to see how many I could get to fall of that roof. I pulled the lounge chairs over near the beach entry, so I have a clear view. I am going to sit out there and whistle at them. I figured I would beat them to the whistling and cat-calling.
Ummm, I would have gone over and gotten that thing off my lawn and then found out who was going to pay to have my yard re-done.
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