.... for these handymen to return a blessed phone call. I just don't get it.... they put ads in the local paper, saying they "do it all," and then they list everything from cleaning out barns to power-washing to digging up weeds.
The ads sound so promising..... so of course I call. No answer, so I leave a message. Let's see.... how many hours ago was that? At least eight or nine, but who's counting.
Then there was the handyman whose voice message said "I won't be able to return your calls between March 11th and March 23rd, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you right after/" And my question is "Right after what? After the end of the world? Or after fishing season is over?"
There are days when I'm so tempted to put on my oldest clothes, wear a heavy pair of gloves, learn how to use power tools, and just go outside and get everything done that's been on my to-do list for the past 27 months.
And then two seconds after that thought comes to mind, I come to my senses.
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