The saga continues

This morning I woke up excited to think that this fun experience of ours was soon going to be over. Earlier than I expected, the doorbell rang. When I answered it, there stood the gas guy from yesterday. I think he saw the confused look on my face because he asked, "Didn't anyone call you? You weren't expecting me?" Well, I don't usually greet my guest in my pajamas, so I'm going with a no here. Apparently, someone from our city had driven by early this morning (you totally know he just wanted a good laugh and some pictures for his blog) and said he could still smell gas. So we had our friendly gas gentleman check out the inside and outside of the house. All was well.

As he was finishing, the contractor showed up. They talked for a minute and then the contractor came to the door. He also seemed very impressed with my pajamas. This is what he told me, "We won't be reopening the hole today blah blah blah blah have to be at least three feet away from box blah blah blah blah freezing weather blah blah blah possibility of an explosion blah blah. We'll see you Tuesday." Tuesday? Four-days-from-now Tuesday?

But I was going to make you cookies. And I'll change into jeans and my bag lady sweatshirt.
YOU FORGOT YOUR EXCAVATOR.AND YOUR ORANGE CONE.
But I was going to make you cookies...