Caffeine isn’t a drug, it’s a vitamin! ~Author Unknown
I’m a little hyped up on my coffee right now, so this should be interesting. I’m typing like a zillion words a minute, but am having to backspace a lot because my fingers are so spazy due to my caffeine consumption. *twitch twitch* Can anyone else relate? Okay, slow down brain.
I’m sitting here waiting for the powerwasher guys to arrive. Got a nastygram last week from our homeowner’s association (aka “neighborhood nazis”) stating that we needed to “please power wash our home”. What? *raised eyebrow* It doesn’t look too bad to me. We just moved in here in August. I’ve barely had time to read the novel dissertation packet that is the “DECLARATION OF COVENANTS, CONDITIONS, RESTRICTIONS AND EASEMENTS” of our subdivision. But I have now looked it over, post-nastygram, and have yet to find anything about power washing, home maintenance, or the like. I composed an email to the nazis property managers and very kindly expressed our “desire to be in compliance with the covenants”. I also asked them to waive the $25 fine as we were showing “good faith in working very diligently to resolve this issue”. Reply came. Fee waived. Darn, I’m good. I’m such a little ray of sunshine.
But now, I’m just looking around wondering, “who, on my street, is the powerwash police?” It could make you kinda paranoid. We did make an attempt to do it ourselves, hoping to save some money. CHA-CHING. But, our roof is so pitchy and steep. It was really nervewracking watching my hubby climbing on the roof, trying to manage a 24 foot extention ladder. Let’s just say the ladder was a bit “wonky” and when he stepped on it to get to the second story on the side of the house, had I not been standing there, there was a back injury just waiting to happen. Envision said “wonky” ladder ever-so-slowly sliding sideways down the vinyl siding, hubby going down with it. Me running slo-mo toward him, arms extended, “noooooo!!” I hollered at him…Get down from there! Are you trying to break your skull?? Oh we tried to reposition the ladder and really gave it the college try, but it just wasn’t happening. Time to call in the professionals. SO, I made some phone calls and here we are. Putting out the cash for the neighborhood nazis. Just makes you want to build a hot pink storage shed right on the front lawn, ya know?
But that would be wrong. Wouldn’t it??