Friday, October 19, 2007
working hard or hardly working?
By the time we drove up our street (less than an hour later) guys were back on our block, tearing shit up again. This particularly creepy looking guy (who was smoking a stinky cigarette I might add) advised us to park on the street because they were starting on the sidewalks - at 4:30 p.m. So, once again, our street is ripped to shreds, we cannot park in our driveway, the weather has turned to shit and we have to climb over trenches to get in and out of the house.
I'm not impressed, not by a long shot. And today, to add insult to injury, poor Mark has a killer migraine. Not really fair is it?