get it fixed

Today I am getting a new wood floor...in my kitchen. I have always wanted one.

Then the extermintator is coming...because bee's have taken up residence under my house..."what kind of bee's? are they furry?" furry bees?
seriously...now I have to worry about furry bees?



Monday the door guy is coming..it won't close (nor open) right.

It used to be that Bob would do all these things himself. But we are tired, and he is recouping from surgery, and this is so much easier than having him figure it all out by himself.
So pick up the phone and get it fixed is my new battle cry!

Can't wait to see the bill.