Why can't women make up their mind?
I'm building a new house for my mother. And she keeps changing the plans. And every time she does that I have to get the new plans approved by the fatass chair jockeys and have a hung over building inspector suffering from Alzheimers come out and green light the changes to the foundation and basement walls. Thus delaying the project over and over again.
Damn, this isn't the same as rearranging furniture or paintings on the wall. I don't mind doing that. But this is crazy. I'm moving walls and plumbing and stuff.
I bet that tomorrow when she comes out there she will want the garage moved over by two and a half feet or some other stupid shit.
I'm building a new house for my mother. And she keeps changing the plans. And every time she does that I have to get the new plans approved by the fatass chair jockeys and have a hung over building inspector suffering from Alzheimers come out and green light the changes to the foundation and basement walls. Thus delaying the project over and over again.
Damn, this isn't the same as rearranging furniture or paintings on the wall. I don't mind doing that. But this is crazy. I'm moving walls and plumbing and stuff.
I bet that tomorrow when she comes out there she will want the garage moved over by two and a half feet or some other stupid shit.