Goat Heads & Dollar tree Remodeling
So my sister’s husband had a stroke. They lived in Florida. Sunny beaches, warm water, paradise. I was ready to pack up and move down to help her. I mean, twist my arm—“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to suffer through margaritas on the beach.” But no. The kids moved them to… Tahoka, Texas. Tahoka. If you don’t know where that is—don’t worry. No one does. They moved into her son’s little house, Six people already live there. SIX and it’s under remodeling. That lasted two weeks before even the drywall started crying. They move into this old house. Except… someone had left the back door open. For weeks. So, the hot Texas wind blew in nothing but sand and dirt. It looked like the Sahara Desert had Airbnb’d the living room. Someone replaced the carpet and floors, and Valerie was like, “Good enough.” No. Trust me—NOT good enough. So, I went down to visit. And listen, I’m a low-maintenance guest. I roll in with an air mattress, bedding, and a camp chair. “Have air mattr...