^ Did they not hear you correctly and give you an estimate for a ballpark? Jeez!
That’s the only reasonable explanation.
Good marble is pricey these days, then there’s shipping it across the Atlantic.
I bet its the luxury boxes and the jumbotron that are driving the price up.
(Maybe just ask them about the cost of a place to put your cars and see how that goes).
Ok, Dung I have watched the Masked Singer. Stupidest show that has ever made me laugh so hard.
I got stupider tho.
I turned 55 recently. It doesn’t feel much different to 54.
Wait until you’re in your 70s. Every DAY is worse.
I have never watched “So you think you can dance”. But some of the best laughs I’ve had lately have been typing Sean Spicer’s name into youtube and watching him stomping around like a lame Clydesdale in a dressage competition. The loyal Alt-Righters keep phoning in to prolong his humiliation, and he apparently still thinks they are doing him a favor. It’s obvious the costume folks hate his guts.
I’m not usually one to indulge in schadenfreude. But I heartily dislike being lied to, and that boy lied to me, a lot.
It’s hilarious watching him try to dance.
I feel sorry for his dancing partner. I bet he’s stepped on her feet so much.
Yesterday my son sent me a selfie in which he was wearing a cap, gown, and surgical mask. For a minute I assumed it was from Halloween, then the fact that his wife’s due date was in a few weeks hit me.
Having a granddaughter is making me feel even older.
I’ve only seen him in a couple of videos, but damn. The one where he looked like John Travolta’s much-shorter cousin, at least I got an impression that he was familiar with the source material. The salsa with the pale green thing… yeah, that was like watching a sardine try to do the Nutcracker by itself. Actually, the sardine might have been more graceful.
Apropos of nothing else: there can’t be that much of a difference between cauliflower and broccoli. I mean, ok, they’re different colors but… So do I hate the one while being OK with the other just because of personal history, or does cauliflower really tend to smell like ass and taste accordingly?
I’ve been spending too much time seeing doctors recently.
There’s a new innovation in the surgery waiting room: a big screen and a robotic voice, to tell you that the doctor is ready to see you now. So on the big screen you’ll see something like:
**Mr Treppenwitz
Dr S Wilson
Room 7**
BUT the robotic voice says:* Mr Treppenwitz - Drive South Wilson - Room 7.
*
Man that is disconcerting. Bug and feature all in one, if you ask me. The strangest thing is that, while you might think that (Doctor) Drive South Wilson is probably the noob (and therefore so far down the pecking order that nobody cares), the senior partner’s first name is Nigel.
Drive North, Doctor, Drive North.
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Me too, and I never had smarts to spare!
I take the opportunity to say terrible things to him. 
About time you caught up with the rest of us, Pappy!
(My grandson can’t say Grandma Julie, so he says, “Granma Doody”. You know I’m lovin’ it.)
My oldest Grandwrek tried to call me ‘Bubba’ when she was learning to talk. Umm?! Nope. Cleared that right up. I’m Nana.
Y’all would be funnier if the second ballpark number hadn’t come in at $350,000.
Retractable dome??
There has to be more to this story.
You live on top of a mountain, and the construction equipment has to be flown in by helicopter?
You are above the permafrost line?
There is an old cemetery which has to be relocated first, and all the local contractors saw “Poltergeist” at an impressionable age?
Your plans are for a 5,000sq ft. addition with a 3-car garage?
The rest of the house was built in 1874 so none of the existing utilities can be used due to code violations?
Your wealthy son parked his Lambo out front on the day the estimators came by to inspect?
You want them to dig a basement for the addition at risk of destroying the existing foundation?
This is really an outrageous amount of money. What is so hard?
We kept shopping til we found someone willing to work with our budget. Which was half the first estimates we’d gotten.
Finally found a crusty Old School Guy who started sharpening his pencil on day one, but also gruffly telling us we’d have to give up some of our dream ideas.
The estimate ended up lower because he factored in my helping out. Which was time-consuming but fun, too.
There’s something that’s been bugging me of late, and I wonder if there is a name for it: The attitude by some people that, no matter what, “things always were for the best.” Doesn’t matter if we’re talking about some disaster, or a bad decision, or whatnot, they always insist “I wouldn’t change a thing” because whatever things turned out to be, must have been for the best.
I don’t doubt that in some cases, things perhaps did turn out for the best, but it smacks more of denial or a reverse case of sour grapes.
I’ve always prided myself in finding good things in everything. You know, glass half full kinda gal?
I’ve changed my thinking. I’m more of a Murphy’s law type now-a-days. It’s new enough thinking, to me, that I’m still surprised some days. :smack: