When you see that many trucks lined up in front of a house you know things are complicated. I'll share this much: the traffic in my driveway involved a hot water heater (and we have radiant heating and it's winter), carbon monoxide, drilling a hole in my basement wall to ventilate a small room, a partial power-shutdown, no water and a big bill.
The work began Wednesday, resumed at 6:45 Thursday morning until the wee hours
and continues as I type this today.
First a head lice scare and now this. I'm supposed to leave town around 4:30 to head to the Dells for a weekend with my girlfriends. A weekend we planned in December. A weekend I've anticipated for 3 long months. There will be wine, wonderful food, enormous amounts of laughter. Weeks ago I booked a Thermal Mud Wrap at a very chi-chi spa. I've coordinated meals for Team Testosterone for the weekend. I haven't been away from my family for any substantial length of time in over a year. I. Need. This. Weekend. Away. And now the weatherman says this shit is coming.
Regardless of what happens, I WILL be swilling wine by 9:00 tonight.