Today, my husband got out of work early. He'd been working the way-early shift subbing for one of the engineers, so he was out of hours earlier than usual. He dropped by and said "I'm going fishing RIGHT NOW." Since I'd already planned to pick up Z-boy from the bus stop and go shopping for a birthday present for his friend, I said, "have fun!" and he left.
About an hour later, he left a message on my voice mail saying he'd changed his mind and was going to "do something about the house". My mind reeled (and honestly panicked a little) at what that cryptic message might mean.
So when I got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find him pressure-washing the house. This obviously hadn't been done in years (if ever), and the house was covered in mildew, mossy-stuff, and spiderwebs. It looked a little creepy when you get right down to it. Now it actually looks like someone cares. And as a bonus for me, he'd pulled out all the tall weeds from the front flower beds (I get to do the little ones). Wow!
He had a little fun with it too!
And then... the moment we've all been waiting for and despaired of ever coming...
Two guys showed up tonight and after about 45 minutes of trying, got the old RV the owner had left behind running and drove it out of our lives. After bitching about the thing for so long, our driveway looks oddly empty without it. We keep looking out the window to see if it's reappeared but it looks like it's gone for good!