You Had ONE Job…

My hubs and I bought a townhome in Jacksonville last year.  Yay for us, right!? Well, let me back up.  We put the downpayment on our “forever home” in August of 2014.  We didn’t get the luxury of moving in until April of 2016.  Why?  As you will soon learn through numerous blogs, there is SO much more to building a house apparently, then one could ever think.  If I never hear the word PUNCHLIST again, it will be too soon for me.

This is just one story of the many about our lovely, luxurious townhome.

The hurricane that came through a few months back knocked down some lovely trees that used to cover the tennis courts over at the country club that sits directly behind us.  Our master bedroom has three gorgeous windows that overlook that spot.  They used to be covered with trees and you couldn’t see the tennis courts.  However, now…you see a portion of it, along with a lovely little old yellow shed.  I guess they didn’t feel like putting any additional trees/bushes or anything to help hide the view, but par for course, although we were told they were adding almost a million dollars worth of landscaping.

I was getting dressed yesterday when what to my wandering eyes did appear?  A large black penis spray painted on the back of the shed.  Well, good morning to me!  So, I called over to the country club and asked if they would kindly remove it.  They said they would do that ASAP, and were very kind.

Well, this morning…as I’m getting dressed and looking at our freshly cleaned windows (we had a company come out and clean the outside yesterday), I see that they have fixed it!  As I peer a little closer, I had to rub my eyes.  Was this a joke?  Now… instead of looking at a big black penis, I’m looking at a big white penis. Seriously?  I mean, WTF?  They couldn’t just spray the whole side of the shed white?  They couldn’t spray it into a square or a circle or a heart?  Nope…they had to literally spray the outline of the penis and color it in.  And then, I guess they stepped back and said to themselves “Yep, that looks good to me!”

You had ONE job.