Funny story...I was visiting my future house today to see what the contractors had worked on. Now, keep in mind, I am not legally allowed to be on-site because we don't "own the house" yet; but seriously, what home owner isn't going to go check out the progress!? Anyhow, while I was trespassing, I hear a truck roll up into the driveway--it's a contractor, so needless to say, I gotta get out of the house. I run down to the front door but I see the truck is parked in the driveway so my only other option, after evaluating if I (a) should dive through an open window, (b) jump into the dark, grungy basement and hide until they leave, (c) invent some sort of elaborate story/lie to tell them, (d) pick up a 2x4 and render them unconscious so I can make my escape, is to run out the back sliding glass door, which has a 3-4' drop off into our muddy backyard. Since it's my only logical option, I make the jump, land safely and run over to the neighbors yard (the Zieglers).
CRAP! I somehow lost my work cell phone in my hasty get-away. I back track my steps and eventually find it in the mud/dirt in my future yard. But heading back into the neighbors yard, I had to jump back over the erosion fencing. In doing so, I fell flat on my face, into the mud and long grass and ended up with grass stains and mud all over my work clothes. AWESOME! Thankfully, my sweet future neighbor, Michelle, had some stain stick for me. She asked me, while winking at me, to take off my pants and stay a while as she washed them, but I had to go pick up my daughter from daycare--what a fun neighbor ;)
The last sentence, may in fact, be false and/or an exaggeration of the truth.
Pants update: after a cycle in the washer they came out clean!
