I've made no secret about being over the top frustrated with the state of ghettoness in my home and yard. I am fully aware that my current surroundings could be so much more ghetto, but in comparison to my neighbors it's pretty bad. Even the pedophile keeps his yard crap to a minimum. Even the drug dealers down the block are weed whacking their yards regularly.
And because I have been very laid back about Matt's lack of caring about the curb appeal of our house for oh... SIX YEARS... I'm kind of over it. He has no excuse. He's super handy, he can organize when he wants to (the ability is there), he has the skills and the means to make repairs and install things, we have a trailer so he could be taking things to the dump.... it's that he chooses not to. OR, (and this is my favorite) he has no idea what I'm talking about.
Well Matt- I will show you what I'm talking about.
1. The back porch light. We have exposed wires just chillin next to the back door. We have the light fixture--I've seen it sitting on top of the laundry sink that's been sitting there for five years in the garage. I say, let's put that bitch up before it breaks in it's box. And you know, having some light in the yard wouldn't be a bad things since we have a pedophile directly behind us.
If you don't hear from me by Monday just assume I've been arrested for domestic assault because I feel like I am at my end. Olivia's party is on the 10th. I have a bunch of people coming and I know they are friends and they have heard me bitch time and time again, but no more. I absolutely will not let him do nothing in prep for a party. He doesn't shop, he doesn't cook, he doesn't decorate and he isn't even grilling this year so this punk can just fix some of this crap up.