Home Invasion - Page 2
So, by Day 3 they were pouring forth with all sorts of we’re-now-walking-on-eggshells-around- the-crazy-obsessed-house-frau comments and questions. They were double-checking with me from everything like “Did I want them to replace the light they broke in the kids’ bathroom” (um, yes) to “Did I want them to paint over the nails on the wall or remove them?” (whahhh?)
And a few of them just settled in like they were part of the family.
After a really bad phone call from my husband during which he explained that his plane was cancelled and I found out I’ll be driving to Santa Barbara for his friend’s 40th birthday party with our kids for five hours in the car, I hung up and let out a sigh.
A voice from the bathroom next to my home office echoed loudly in clear, but broken Chinese-accented English:
“Uh oh. Your husband not coming home tonight. Not good. “
“Your daughter not going to like that. She has a big project to show him, remember?” (As a matter of fact I hadn’t.)
This in spite of everything made me laugh out loud. I gained my composure easily enough, but it was short-lived. I never expected to hear the next one-liner, delivered to me from upstairs, different voice, same accent and all by 8 a.m. BC (before coffee) on last Friday morning:
“You want to move your body upstairs off the wall? “
And although I usually consider it bad form to leave a cliffhanger like the above, I’ll have to get back to you on the rest of the story as I just overheard my contractor tell my painters (instead of me) that I needed a new roof????????? …. Perhaps I’ll next become an expert on roof repairs?
To be continued ...