Why is it that most often it's men that make me want to say this?
I had an agreement with a guy to keep his restored Hudson and a motorcycle in my extra garage for the next year in exchange for the labor to put up a very simple new roof on my patio. He agreed a couple of weeks ago and since he's never showed up, never called to find out anything more, and can't be reached by phone as no one answers and the voicemail is full I finally sent an email to his mother asking what was going on. He still wasn't man enough to face up to it himself and tell me that he couldn't keep our agreement. He hid behind mommy and let her worry that his failure would poison our friendship. And it doesn't. She's dear and sweet and wonderful. But I did tell her that I'm disappointed... in her son.
So I'll deal with the roof problem another way. It's such a basic structure, basically just a grid of 2X4s to be covered with plywood and shingled, I could ALMOST do it myself.
After all, I am a big girl and I'm not afraid to wear my big girl panties!
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