Hey Awesome Moxie-Dude Reader,
If you’ve been listening to the weather reports you know that spring has finally arrived here in Montreal. I have to admit, for a while there I thought winter was staying for good – like that episode of the Flintstones where the Hatrocks come to visit and the only way to get rid of them is by playing “bug music”. (Although I don’t think bug music would have worked with Old Man Winter.)
And now that the snow is gone, I’m reminded of how messy my gravel driveway is. So I’ve made a decision. This is the year that I take the plunge. I’m getting my driveway paved.
It’s a big expense – the biggest I’ve ever made on my house.
It’s a good thing that Mr. Contractor doesn’t know me because if he did, he would have known that the glazed look in my eyes while he was going through the numbers and the explanation of said numbers, can only mean one thing: IT WAS JUST A BUNCH OF BLAH-BLAH TO ME.
All I know is what I want – a paved driveway.
Lucky for me, Mr. Contractor is a nice man who doesn’t take advantage of unsuspecting women who have just gotten over their head in something they know nothing about.
I’m going to lie down now.