I live with a self-appointed landscaper, but you would never know it based on the embarrassing disarray of our yard. I mean maybe you would put two and two together if you drove by and saw Tank unloading someone else's shrubs from a pickup truck and tossing them under a tree in my front lawn. But you would probably just think: weird. Not necessarily, 'Oh, look. The Shenanigan kid is a landscaper.'
I also keep reminding Tank that he needs to be clear with people about his limitations. He had Coach drive him to give an estimate one day. The next day he has me drive to the same place to do the work at this same estimate house. Um. It was a million plus dollar home. I was like, 'Coach - you know he is out of his league, right?' This million dollar baby wanted him to build a retaining wall. He took a p;ass but did the other things on her to-do list.
On the drive home I was like L-I-M-I-T-A-T-I-O-N-S!!!
Several weeks ago, I slept late. This was a momentous occasion folks, because I NEVER sleep late. I was enjoying lounging in my pj's with hair sticking out everywhere and my unattractive glasses (not my cheaters) perched on my nose while sitting at my desktop in the study. That's when I heard it.
Teen. Male. Voices. In my house - not all of these voices were familiar to me. Shit, company? Now? It is not even 9 am on a Sunday. Me sleeping till a glorious 8:45 IS sleeping late, but it isn't so very late that I would anticipate visitors trolling around my house.
Tank burst into the study and his buddy started to follow him, but must have caught a glimpse of my holy-Hell-of-a-mess-of-a-slept-in-self and suddenly jerked back into the hallway. Yes, I was repulsive enough for a visitor to recognize my need for space and a shower and contact lenses and toothpaste, etc.
He said he was starving and he and his buddy were about to head out to another job. I offered to make them breakfast. Tank does not bring friends around often - so I jumped at the chance to make his buddy feel at home, I mean how much more at home can you get if your pal's mom is wearing pajamas? I ran upstairs and pulled a sweatshirt on and tamed my (thinning) mop.
Tank swore that he would figure it out, but in the meantime all of the shrubs he yanked out of her yard were now tossed unceremoniously under a tree in our front yard.
And I wonder why our neighbors dislike us?