Waiting for Jesus.

(The contractor, not the Savior. Although, today was "Christian Rock" day at Curves. Where one of the songs proclaimed "Jesus keeps getting better." Can He get better? Isn't perfection kind of the end of the road?)

Precisely two months ago I gave my landscape contractor some money to do my backyard. I saved and scrimped. He told me it would be done by the weekend.

It was not.

Now, we had some rain from Freaking Ike, so he couldn't work on those days. Understandable. Except that those days were WEEKS after the weekend when it was supposed to be done.

I gave him an ultimatum, and he promised me he would bring me my money (I love sounding like a pimp!) on Monday.

Monday I called him three million times. He never answered.

Tuesday he answered and told me he would be there in the morning.

Tuesday night he told me he would be here THIS morning.

I am so incredibly frustrated. I just want my money back or my yard done. Either is fine.

***UPDATE: He will be here tomorrow.*** Right.
***UPDATE #2: 10 am. Still not here.***