Larry is Clay's dad. Also know as Grandpa LaLa.
So, after this big remodel that spread a thick layer of construction grit through every inch of the house Clay did the proper thing which was hiring a professional cleaning crew to come in and de-toxify our house. You know, before we move in and drop food on the floor and eat it. This is a company that advertised that they specialized in cleaning up construction/remodel sites. In my mind I imagined a crew of four buff men with leaf blowers and motorized cleaning tools. Nope. Today when the cleaning crew arrived it was three little ladies, one of them pregnant, carrying Swiffers and pink feather dusters. Okay maybe the feather dusters weren't pink but one of the ladies was 100% pregnant. Why on earth was she cleaning up our mess? Ugh. Talk about guilt. She did wear a mask but it was of the Incredible Hulk so I'm not sure it was helpful. Clay did stick around all day to make it look like he was working as well just so he'd feel a wee less guilty. (We all know that Clay was actually downloading ring tones onto his cell phone.) For our next project Clay says he'll do the clean up himself (unless there is a 7 months pregnant lady available at a good price).
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