So as you know I am staying at Cassie’s house while she is out of town. I am responsible for all the really tough stuff, like setting her DVR to record Project Runway (okay, fine, that took me three days to figure out, even with instructions) and eating all of her food before it goes bad. Oh, and making sure her DVDs don’t get lonely. Did I mention the television is bigger than me?
I really love staying at Cassie’s house, when she’s here and when she isn’t. There’s a saltwater swimming pool across the street, a playground Sam loves two blocks away, and there is always a cool ocean breeze. Oh yeah, the beach is a five minute walk. It’s a great place.
I have been here six days, and the maintenance guys have been around to mow the lawn next to her townhome TWICE. Once on Friday and once today. I’m sorry, this is ridiculous. For one thing, it is otherwise so quiet here that the noise SCARED ME TO DEATH both times. Actually, that’s the only thing, though I do have a personal preference for letting the grass get longer.
Cassie works from home. Let me repeat that: SHE WORKS FROM HOME. She has to listen to this twice-weekly aural assault every week. And OK, fine, I have no idea if they do this every four days ALL the time. But I doubt they’re doing it just for my benefit.
…or maybe they are.