Monday funday

This weekend, (just Saturday really) was exhausting, and not because I actually did anything that could be considered exhausting, unless one considers sitting around to be exhausting.

The wife and I got our windows replaced in the house in as part of our plan, "make the shit hole attractive to buyers" this is like an eight fold plan as the house (read: shit hole) needs lots of work. You see, the wife and I plan to move out of the town we live in because as I'm sure I may have mentioned before it sucks in a way nothing else could suck.

Anyway, the windows, so the contractors arrive around 1030am and begin the process of tearing out our old windows, something we were told was going to be 100% done from outside the house. This was not the case, however unlike A. Pizza contracting (read: fuckwads) a contractor we've previously  used, these guys used drop cloths over everything, spoke English and were respectful of our things. They worked through the house quickly, and cleaned up after themselves, and were finished at about 4, leaving only a little clean up for TW and I. All and all a positive experience.

So why was this weekend so exhausting? Well when the contractors got there The Dog went ape shit and proceeded to break, not aggressively, at the guys working in the house. Meanwhile Cat 1&2 thought the large gaping holes where the windows used to be were worth investigating, and needed to be monitored and corralled back I to the one room where TW and I were hanging out.

After all is was said and done, we have fancy new windows that actually keep the cold air out of the house. The next part of the plan is carpeting and some new floor for the kitchen.

-n-