Of All Times to Give Out Your Phone Number

Gearing up for more major home-making projects, perhaps we ought to get a system going....

Tuesday Night

Me:  Texts husband a picture, yet again, of the piled up dishes before I start washing them at midnight.

The Next Morning

Husband:  Have you heard from the distributor about the dishwasher?

Me:  No. Remember, of all times you decide to give out your phone number instead of mine, they're supposed to call YOU when it has reached the store to schedule a delivery and installation date.

Husband: Let me see the receipt....Uh-oh.

Later

Husband: I had thought I checked the phone number on the screen when we ordered and it was correct. Turns out the dishwasher has been ready since last Wednesday. I'll work on scheduling.

Me: You're saying I've been up to my ears in dishes for a week, for no reason, because they couldn't get in touch with you? Which, is ironically the reason you're supposed to give out MY number, so I know when people are trying to reach us?

Even Later....Mail Arrives

Me:  smh

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Could It Really Be....Help for The Yard?

It seems like a mirage. The landscaper is here. MY landscaper. You see, what is odd about this, is that I didn't even have to call him. Didn't have to plead or cajole or resort to sending a smoke signal to try to get some attention for my yard. They come in, they don't dawdle. They make it look crisp. We just got an itemized bill at the end of the month. This is very odd.

Our history has made finding a reliable, knowledgeable landscaper a running joke. There was the one who would tape the hand scribbled bill to the underside of the trashcan lid for me to find and decipher, then disappear for about 3 months at a time. Then there was the one who took my money - which I gave him in good faith after it got too dark - as he PROMISED to come back the next day to finish, including hauling away our Christmas tree that looked like a pile of tumbleweed on the side of the house, seeing as it was May (a whole other story). Never saw him again. And the one who put down the mulch I paid for, and THEN trimmed all my hedges and left the broken pieces scattered all over what would otherwise have been a nice brown layer, fresh for Spring.

So now, when I looked up above the garage, did a double take, and realized tree branches were hanging upside down, it was a relief for that to get taken care of without much rigmarole....

What I saw.

What they did.

No more immediately impending branch about to fall on the garage.

Whew. Thank you to the brave guys with tools who got on the roof today!