Scared the yell outta me!
I never get phone calls, and the voice was strange and used the name that Mom always called me when she was mad and wanted to beat my butt.
The one with the scary voice was Jim Neaves, and he has my riser milled already.
He also said that he will cut out the limb pieces-parts and get them all put together, and call me when it's done. Well, actually, he got all technical and stuff, and I tried to sound intelligent, but my brain was dancing like Snoopy in my skull.
He said that it should take about a week. I have a strange feeling that time is going to act a little differently now. And of course, I don't really expect it to only take a week. What's a week? I put in the deposit in February of 2008. That's been a while...I can barely remember February of this year. I did remember the expected completion date, May of 2009. Fourteen months. How the heck does anybody have the chutzpah to assume that they will even be alive in fourteen months? Don't people know what pitfalls are out there? Oh, that's right, we ignore them, and pretend that we will live forever. Shhh! :rolleyes:
So I put on the bright face of confident, positive optimism and charged on ahead.
And ya know what? It worked!!
Shhhh!
Killdeer~ I can do a week standing on my NOSE!