home owners

I have a gardener now. And a pool boy. Or, a pool old man. I didn't think I'd ever say those words....well, ever. It's very very weird. You'll be happy to know that our gardener gave us a white person discount. That is, I opened the door and the price immediately went up 25% from the previous owner's price...the owner who coincidentally happened to be a Hispanic male who spoke Spanish. But I don't care. It's still not terrible and John and I are realistic enough to know that after working 14 hours and day (and Saturdays for John), neither of us want to mow the lawn. Same goes with the pool. I don't have a maid yet but just give me time. ;)