Some friends of mine have been renovating their new home. Mostly, they’ve been doing the work themselves. In the beginning, I think they were excited. “A real bonding experience,” they thought. Now, I think when one of them doesn’t throw a belt sander at the other’s head, they consider it a good day.
“Jill? JILL!”
“WHAT!” She wasn’t asking a question.
“WHERE ARE YOU?”
“I’M OUT FRONT! Could you please not yell across the house for me… at least not right now.”
Sam shows up on the front porch. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t yell across the house for me when I’m bringing trash from the house to the porch.”
“Okaaaayyyy…” Sam doesn’t know where she’s going with this.
“You just can’t yell and draw attention to us with all this trash on the porch! Then we’ll be known as ‘those people with the trashy house who yell all the time.’”
They hope to have all renovations complete by Thanksgiving.