Mary Bartnicki and her twin sisters, Teresa Dahlquist and Josie Cavaluzzi, 72, recite X-rated excerpts from the book and help each other to understand the various sexual descriptions. “I think this was the best way to lose your virginity and then quit,” Josie says.
“Oh, my God, he sounds like a good lover,” Teresa, who is divorced, says.
The three hairdressers were outraged by what they read in the book. Mary says she is “puzzled” by younger women who say they can’t put the book down. After reading a passage about beating, Teresa says, “That’s crazy, nobody can hit me hard.”
Some slow going activity the past few days. Had a bit of a brawl with the architect over email today. The kind of brawl in which I erupted like a short little volcano and melted faces but I think we’re all good now. Anyway, over the past few days they’ve made it more obvious as to what’s going on in the front:
And they finally shored up the hole in the back wall and started filling in the upper retaining pond. Can you tell which chunk of the wall is new?
Here’s the wall and yard in its entirety.
So you can see the clear difference between where they filled in the waterfall and where there was just apple of nasty ivy. And they’ve been hauling giant boulders and chunks of rock. It’s amazing how much there was up there. Slowly but surely it’s getting there.
You’d think this would be an article dedicated to nasty icky sharks or, given the location, alligators but no. Today’s story comes to us from Louisiana, where they’re having a problem with some marine wildlife.
Kinda funny really, because I could see it going down like this:
The other day I was in our closet and I mentioned to my husband that the dirty clothes pile smelled kind of like pee. It wouldn’t surprise me because when we got home from our short vacation we found that the dog had peed in the master bedroom. In fact, we’re currently sleeping on the pullout couch upstairs because he peed on the curtains by the bed and it’s too bright to sleep in there till the drapes get back. Anyway, hubby dismissed me – he said he didn’t smell anything. I’d planned to do all the laundry today to track down the scent.
About an hour ago I got a text message – “I think Mowgli peed on my shirts. The one I am wearing I just started to smell it a little at the bottom.”
Yes, I laughed. For about 5 minutes. He’s headed to the company store at work to buy a new shirt to wear today. I just checked the closet and pulled out some laundry and I don’t smell urine now. I’m guessing it went with my husband to work today. Snicker.
My husband and I have had some sleep fights. And by that I mean wildly flailing arms or, in my case, once I was dreaming I was punching something and woke myself because I actually punched him in the back of the head.
I’ve been holding off on posts because it’s been a lot of digging of trenches, mostly by hand.
They’ve had to hand trench the entire deck.
This is a pretty good example if why we’re doing this:
This is an overview of the backyard. It looks like the mole people are invading.
They’ve cut out the front to get ready for the first landing:
And they’ve cut back the front to make room for a new retaining wall:
This is the junk pile in the front yard.
What’s been interesting is the amount of other french drain piping and random buried junk they’ve been finding. I think there were maybe 3 other drains installed, none of which were working.
Yesterday they started putting in the new piping for the new french drains.
First a porous cloth goes down into the trench, then gravel, then the perforated pipe, then then wrap it up with gravel and the cloth. The idea is to screen out as much dirt and debris as possible so it’s just water running thru the drain. That’s generally impossible and over the years sediment builds up and jams up the pipes. This is why the other drains in the lawn have failed. We’re having clean outs installed so that in the future, we can take a hose or whatever and shoot high pressured water thru the pipes to clean them out.
That upright pipe is the tubing for the clean out. Or the mole people have periscopes.
Once the tube is in and wrapped, the cover it back up with dirt.
They’re moving along at a great rate so we should be nearly done with this by the end of the day. (HOORAY! MAYBE we can let the dog back out in the yard tonight!)