Fun With Houses

So the house painters are scraping and sanding and doing what they do which includes pressure washing. And I am doing what I do which is... well not a hell of a lot really... driving around, making lunch, pretending to do laundry, unsticking gum from the GFYO's hair, the usual. One thing I did not do, however, was close any of the windows in the house. Do the math on that one.

I'm used to these minor messy setbacks because I lived for a good six months with no back wall to the house. Once I got over the whole freezing to death part, the lack of the back was quite useful: I never had to the open the door for any of the worker people who were coming and going for the better part of every day. This was especially handy since I had a new baby at the same time who was rather fond of my (cough) bosom so I pretty much sat on my ass and flashed waved at the workers from my perch.

A new set of workers arrived one day. I had never seen them before, but no matter, I still waved and let them walk through the "wall" so they could get busy. Who knows what they were doing and who cared anyway: a good day on a construction site is a day that someone shows up. Am I right? Right.

I noticed their vehicles parked in front my house -- one was your standard white box truck and the other was a very, very colorful kind of bitchin' camaro. I couldn't see either that well as I was still very busy sitting on my ass waving (no wonder the GFYO is so G). This construction job had gone on far, far too long, at a great expense to my neighbors who had to suffer through the noise and the traffic, so as long as the vehicles weren't parked on their lawns, I figured everything was ship shape.

If I squinted my eyes, I could see that the colorful, colorful car was in fact painted, like fancy painted, like mural painted. And I thought, how cute! how creative! And had visions of something like this:



or this:



But noooooooo! B came running over all wild-eyed and frantic and asking, "mama! what are those ladies doing on that man's car?" And "those ladies" on that "art" car? Why, those ladies were mostly nekkid and all grown up and doing x-rated sexy times on the hood of the car.

The car that was parked in front of my house.

The neighbors were so, so happy.