How or what has not been determined.
But 2 naughty boys broke the downstairs bathroom window.
As Mr. Wrekker worships at Home Depot on Sunday mornings I showed him the disaster.
He set out, after measuring, to get a new window.
Now. I don’t trust this process at all. Hey, I know the man. This won’t be nearly as easy peasy as he said.
While I was interrogating the young Masters. I happened to look out my kitchen window.
Dang. That glass is nasty.
I informed the denizens we would be cleaning windows.
Ughs all around.
Me and the grandwrex were to do inside windows. The other adult type folks would do outside.
Hey, I’m sick. I can’t get that hot. I needed to keep an eye on the havoc wrekkers(hey, how sublime, wrekkers are wreckers😏) so that’s why they are inside with me.
First thing the baby started crying cause she couldn’t spray the cleaner. She don’t care it’s a dangerous chemical or that Nana likes to control the chemicals. I found her a empty spray bottle. That worked for about 20min.
We got the glasses cleaned.
Still, Mr. Wrek was not home with the new window.
I knew this wasn’t gonna go like he said.
I curbed my growing panic by having Son-of-a-wrek cut wood to fit over the gaping hole that was my bathroom window.
I told him not to nail it up yet. We would wait awhile.
Finally he got home. It was a gigantic mess to get the new window in. Seems he only got a window that ‘nearly’ fit.
But it did look like the original.
Which I appreciated.
When he got it in, I made the naughty boys clean up the bathroom. It wasn’t very clean but they took their punishment like the little boys they are, they whined and griped and I had to sit right in the door and keep telling them to get back to work.
Thank god this day is over.
