“Let’s just rent it for 4 hours. We’ll totally be done by then,” I said to Rob at the Home Depot tool counter.
Why do I always say things like that? Why do I believe it?
I didn’t blame him.
And then we had to figure out what to do with all the rolls of sod. I mean… really. Did I think 400 square feet of Burmuda/weeds/dirt were going to just disappear?
Happy ending? Or was my second-guessing and self-doubt just beginning?