I don't remember Friday.
Am I supposed to remember Friday?
Did I mention fixing Mom's car?
I certainly didn't mention fixing Mom's car twice.
The first time she scraped the engine covers on a parking block and busted some fasteners, so I needed to jack up her car and replace those.
The second time somehow the plastic trim that covers the seam between the roof and the door frames stretched and was coming loose. I tried to work it back in, but it was too long.
I just cut off a quarter inch and worked it back in.
Mom's oven wasn't supposed to arrive until next week, but they told her on Friday that it would come on Tuesday, so I called fifteen electricians, all except Mr. Dawn Stratton.
The last one didn't have any reviews, but he was the only one who said he might be able to make time before Thanksgiving.
The oven was supposed to arrive between 9 and 1, but Mom barged in my room waking me up and yelling that they would be here at 8.
The electrician was able to come that afternoon, so while Mom frantically straightened the living room so the electrician, who came and looked at everything on Monday, wouldn't judge her.
They needed access to the crawlspace, so I straightened the garage so they wouldn't judge me.
I also swept and mopped the path.