KZ Gets New Carpeting and Kitchen Floor;
Dodges Jungle-size Houseplants
Looming Over Her Desk
A man has been here for the past three days laying new floor covering pretty much throughout the house, which has been in a complete state of disarray for the past month in preparation for his work.
Was the wait (and the echo) worth it? Was he a hunk in tight, tattered jeans? Did a hint of buttliciousness show when he bent over? Hell, no. I got a 62-year-old man with a beer belly who drank two pots of (my) coffee a day, resulting in motor-mouth and the incessant whistling of "Blow the Man Down."
The houseplants that were temporarily moved into my office are still nodding over my shoulder. One is a seven-foot cactus with spines about half that long.
I figured I deserved at least one good ass-shot to compensate for all my suffering and coffee brewing --but NOOOOOO.