What's Been Going On Outside.

Last week, Ed started pulling up the rotten wood from my front walkway.















Then he started complaining about nests of black widows, brown recluses, etc.

Big Baby!

I asked him to be sure to come and get me next spider he found so I could take a picture.

And here's a little black widow. Ed said this was a tiny one. The others were about 3-4 times this size. That's it in the middle of the picture.

Then Ed started muttering something about a "freakin' naturalist nutjob" who likes to take pictures of poisonous critters.




Well here's the new stamped concrete walkway. Ed had the color the exact match of the steps and deck. (This was all done when Mr. H. and I were out of town.) After pouring this on Wednesday, he came back Thursday morning to find that some IDIOT had CLIMBED over the saw horse barricades and walked right through the wet concrete. He figures this happened within an hour or two of his leaving. We had left Youngest Hawthorne home alone while we were gone and he had no idea who did this. Must have been one of his friends that parked on that lot, then came walking through the wet concrete, realized what he had done, then hauled ass out of there before he got caught. Chicken shit.

So, Ed had the concrete man come back on Thursday and Friday to redo the concrete, which cost me an extra $200. And he explained the color doesn't match now because of the epoxy or something. I don't know. Mr. Hawthorne said it was a nice shade of "terra cotta." Ed said disgustedly, "It looks like a f...ing pumpkin." Ed was pissed.

Now, if anybody recognizes this tread, please notify me.
It's a size 13.

Ed's girlfriend, Helen, always thinking ahead that girl,
went out to draw the imprint for me.

Oh, and to any of Youngest Hawthorne's friends out there,
I'm checking your soles, you little shits.

And you know who you are you little asswipe.
So be careful. Be veeeeeerrrry careful.