Kenny's clients, whose daughter went to high school with us (and I was never incredibly nice to), referred Kenny's company to their neighbors (whose daughter I knew as well). Before they could finalize the landscaping, they wanted to get a pool put in. Kenny mentioned our pool builder. Then he invited them all to come check out our pool. And consequently our landscaping.
They would have to come through the house, since the side of our yard with the gate is in the dog run. Clients. Dog poo. Not the best impression. I spent all day Tuesday cleaning the downstairs in preparation. I straightened up the backyard. Scrubbed bird poo off the rocks. Swept the patio. Set out the pillows and cute little lanterns. They cancelled. Wednesday, I recleaned the downstairs, as it is impossible to keep the house clean for even one day. Two whole days spent cleaning. It was perfect when they arrived.
We let the kids get in the pool while they were over. It would keep them out of hair the most. And keep me from chasing Emmi around the backyard. The clients were impressed. Everything was going great. And then...
Emmi stared choking. And. Threw. Up. All. Over. The. Patio. Right at their feet.
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OMG! Murphy's Law at work again.
LOL... You poor thing.. if it helps? I fell flat on my face last night walking down stairs in front of a million people who I knew... sigh... So funny, yet so painful...
Lee
Poor thing. Thank God it was not you though! :)
Even better, I didn't even react. I am so used to her throwing up. I probably looked like a horrible mommy.
Oh honey. I don't know whether to laugh or cry for you.
Poor thing, well, did they like it? The landscaping and pool, not her puking.
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