The Trouble with...Triffids?
I slept in today because I was so tired and felt crappy ... then I got started right away on phone calls and stayed in my jim-jams all morning. At noon, I realized I had better get presentable quickly as I had someone coming to do the weed removal estimate between 1-4 pm.
The weed removal is really important because, after months of constant rain, the weeds have grown taller than me. (And I'm tall!) It's like Day of the Triffids—I half expect them to uproot and shuffle over to me when I step outside, crowding about me menacingly. They haven't done that yet, but I suspect it's only a matter of time. I don't have what it takes to remove this alien flora myself, which is why I am calling in the professionals.
Those would be my weeds! I, of course, would be the scantily-clad blonde.
So I turned on the shower, hopped in, and realized that I was out of soap. Dripping wet, I got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around me, to get the soap out of the closet. At this point I heard someone walk by my bedroom window, so I spun around to see someone head into the back yard. Oh, no, he came early! He must have assumed I wasn't home and went in back to start the estimate.
I opened the sliding glass door, clutching the towel to me, and asked if he'd wait a bit for me to come out. Of course, he didn't want to wait, but I promised I'd hurry. I took the fastest shower ever, brushed my teeth, and flew outside with dripping wet hair to talk to him about the details. He must have thought I was crazy, but I say HE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME EARLY.
I'm already practicing for the next estimate. Tengo muchas malas hierbas en mi jardín. Son muy alta. ¿Puede usted quitarlos?
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