I arrive home tonight to find a notice from the property manager on my door. Seems as if they have decided at the last minute to re-coat my building's decks over the weekend.
Don't get me wrong. My deck could use some re-coating. But um, I have to move all my crap indoors for the entire weekend?
I get the note after 10:30 PM this evening and have until 8:00 AM tomorrow to move my bbq grill, statue, table, chairs, umbrella, umbrella stand, and ice chest in my little bitty apartment? Well, actually I have until 6:45 AM since I need to be at the office by 7:00 AM.
Can we say crapola? I say crapola.
The weather is supposed to be nice this weekend and y'all know how much I like being on my deck. Not to mention, I am supposed to have visitors this weekend and honestly, nothing beats sitting outside on a sunny warm day with the ice chest full of cold drinks.
Plus, love kitty is all out of sorts this week. This is going to send her over the edge I am sure. She's already been experiencing an outbreak, a little difficulty in the bathroom, has been extra needy and more vocal than usual.
The note says to be patient. Weather permitting I should only be inconvenienced for 48 hours but my deck will look great afterwards.
They better be speaking the truth or I'm going to be irritated.
It'll be worth it! I'll just cross my fingers the rain doesn't move in and... erm... delay the process. :) Nice reading up on things with you- I miss ya!
ReplyDeletethat's sucky...but yet nice that you'll have a spankin fresh new patio.
ReplyDeletebut i agree...crapola.
I'd be sayin' worse than crapola woman! Reminds me of the time at Bangor when one of our neighbors had roaches and the entire unit from 10-14 had to empty everything out of EVERYWHERE to get sprayed. Talk about a pain in the ass. Of course, I was 6 months pregnant and the ship was gone....
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