How to get in over your head...

Pops told me about this guy he knows who's giving away his Gazeebo and Jacuzzi, nice right, well who knew I'd need a ton of tools, able minded/bodied workers, a flatbed truck and a jacuzzi repairman, maybe the Maytag Man can cut me a deal.

Didn't think I was in over my head....

So the wife and I got out to west bum f*&% Pearland to check things out and hey so what its about 2000 lbs worth of lumber, I got this, besides we can't beat the property value we'll gain by adding a 'Zeebo N 'Cuzzi. So I take some measurments and draw some swank pictures, like I knew what I was even drawing. A week later and the drawings only remind me of some freaky demonic symbols.

This is a big project but in no way am I in over my head....

Alright so K.B. is an hour late and Pops is waiting in Pearland and Chris gets off in an hour, I can make this happen. Who has the tools? Pops got tools. Pops forgot his tools. Pops pissed I'm late. What tools do we need? Where's Home Depot? I got tools. Pops rolled out. Chris rolls up. Where the hell is Pops? The hell with Pops. Lets play Bob. Who's Bob? Bob's the Builder. Can we fix it? No we can't. Lets play Stallone. Who's Stallone? Demolition Man. We made a mess. And I stabbed my leg.

Starting to think I'm in over my head....

Sheesh I can't give up now I mean I left a bunch crap wood in this guys backyard. Was this his plan all along? Nah, ok 10 days until I can remove the staples from my leg, but I have to get this done before then. Yureeka, I'll go hunting for cheap labor and play foreman. The wife says no, "We can do this with Pops, Chris and Lee and there tools and trucks." But I know, what she doesn't, they won't, can't and are incapable. I saw their eyes, the cringe in their teeth, the regret of the possiblity of even offering their service of help. I would be more upset with them if I didn't share their lack of enthusiasm.

They think I'm in over my head....

4 more days and I can shower without holding my leg outside the door. I really should be going to finish this project but the question remains, How? So my good friend calls me, "Mr. Tyson, I got a yard full of junk and a bitching wife, What are you gonna do?"

I'm in way over my head....