Normally I would be referring to some comment that has come spontaneously out of my mouth and has resulted in a horrific situation where someone is not talking to me ever again.  This does not pertain to this story (THANK GOD!!!)

Yesterday they dropped off gravel to revitalize our driveway.  Someone offered to revitalize it by way of concrete, but I thought about the PERSONAL revitalization I could do for $15,000 rather than giving my driveway a facelift.  So $200 gravel it is. 

I made Derek order it because the guy was so very snotty when I called and tried to get prices.  Did YOU know that there are 100 different sizes of gravel?  Do you CARE if there are 100 different sizes of gravel?  Yeah, neither do I.  Just send over a truckload of small gravel.  How difficult is that?  

I wasn't here when it showed up, which is why the jackass dumped it for 20 feet instead of the entire driveway.  I guess he figured that no tip, no service.  He was nice enough to dump 2 of that 20 on the sidewalk.  I was sorry I wasn't here to heckle him.   I called Derek.

K:  Five tons of gravel doesn't look like much.
D:  It's not enough? 
K:  Oh my gosh, there is nothing here. 
D:  Whatever.  We tried.

This morning when I got up at 6, because someone, and I'm not going to point any fingers, woke up screaming and screamed long enough to wear himself out yet keep me up, I decided to go outside and spread that gravel.

Do you have any idea how much 5 tons of gravel is?  That would be 10,000 effing pounds of gravel.  "There is nothing here" my ass.  I would KILL to have a do-over for yesterday--me with a $20 in hand and the dump truck driver slowing dumping gravel over my entire driveway. 

But who are we kidding?  What is my time worth these days?  Not that much any more.  I guess the manual labor is good for me.  And it was a nice bonus that my shoveling may have awakened the next door neighbors that have finally completed the McMansion next door that only took 8 months of pounding day and night to complete.