That’s right Meg is exhausted, so she just puts words together like a new verb. “Megsausted“. Feel free to steal it and substitute your own name any time you need it.
The last three weeks Meg has had contractors floating around her house doing various things in preparation for the Lone Star State move. They have painted, repaired the chimney, reglazed her bathtub, put a new roof on, and various and sundry other projects, so the family can sell their house. (and Dawn, I still might want to rent it out it looks so nice now!)
Take a look kids, at how things are shaping up!
This is the front with the new shutters, chimney and roof.
Here’s the view from the garden patio, where the family has fire pit parties when the cooler weather prevails:
Or just when they feel like pyromaniacs and want to see flames.
Here’s the expansive lawn, where croquet and volleyball can be easily set up:
Meg is almost finished staging and repairing her house, and goddamn it, she loves it more than ever. Even after going to the paint store and trying to get paint colors matched. That was when the biggest a**hole that ever lived walked into the store, while Meg was consulting with the paint guy. He proceeded to bang his hands on the counter and shout “HOW ABOUT I GET SOME HELP HERE”! After all, he had waited all of one minute, Meg could see why he was annoyed. NOT.
Apparently Meg was a mere hallucination to his feeble mind, but as he spun on his heel, she did call out to him. “BY THE WAY, YOU”RE A JERK”.
Meg hopes she can take a little break for the next few weeks, and she doesn’t have to duke it out with all the people that are having home repair rage in the stores. Maybe those Home Depot people make it look like it’s fun, but she can tell you there are some mighty angry painters out there.
In the meantime, she’s going to enjoy her pretty house and gardens. And maybe have a cocktail on the patio!