Thank god I'm a Country Boy (sort of)
When Mrs. Z and I were planning on purchasing a country home, we had two choices....
We could buy a tiny house in the Hamptons on 1/100th of an acre or 55 acres with an 1875 Colonial that needed work in Columbia county.
We opted for the 55 acre choice.
I have to say the choice has been nothing more than fantastic.
Of course our bathrooms were rotted out and needed a total gut and our great room had a popcorn ceiling and a thin red damp rug. It needed a total gut as well.
The land was full of garden snakes, field mice, deer, coyotes, bullfrogs, snapper turtles, rabbits, raccoons and an occasional ground hog.
Ah yes, the country.
Aside from the critters, the rotten bathrooms and moist great room......the place is magical.
When we are at our house we are relaxed and full of life.
So what happens when we are not home...................hmmmm.
Last week we brought our new puppy up to the house where he was in puppy heaven.
He ran for hours and ate my mother in laws flowers and herbs.
My wife needed to go into the garage for some gardening tools, while Randolph and I were playing fetch. All of a sudden I hear her saying "What the F***!!!!!!"
I grab Randolph, aka Randy and run into the garage.
There I see a tent erected in the garage, a heater, a sleeping bag, a mini refrigerator filled with beer and cold cuts. My first reaction is WTF and my second reaction is who is living in our garage.
Of course I knew immediately that it was our gardener. Mrs. Z was super piss*d off and told me to call him asap and get his stuff off of his land. (not that we are not compassionate, but seriously, he did not even ask for our permission)
So I call Mr. G and tell him he cannot live in our garage and to please move all his stuff from the garage. What does he say to me? " I guess you guys need more storage space?" Wow!!!!
A day in the life of owning a country home!