Yesterday some random dude came and spray painted lines in my yard. Orange ones. He was gone before I could ask him what they were marking.
This morning, three large trucks have shown up with telephone poles and work like equipment. Something that looks suspiciously like a borer.
And I don't think they have sliencers on those bad boys.
I've had a massive attack of stupid and am supposed to sleep today so I can participate in my fourth tweleve hour night shift in a row tonight.
Prince Ambien! Lord Reisling! Please come to my aid!
The boyz say: Don't waorry momma, we've gotcha covered. Unless it a FedEx or UPS truck, then we'll be under the bed growling at each other.