Juice Admits Was Being Big Fat Jerk About Kibitzing Neighbor

As this thunderstorm rages outside, I can't help but think that we picked the worst weekend ever to put up a retaining wall. Saturday: Rain. Sunday: Windstorm. Amazingly, in between the spasms of inclement weather, we have managed to get the thing about two-thirds finished (no thanks, quite honestly, to, um, me). I was being whiny and pathetic tonight when we were working so Shad sent me to Home Depot, which is never good news. I found the things I needed right away, but then got sucked into the home and garden section where I had several arguments with myself about whether I should buy some of the pretty flowers even though they are from Home Depot and will probably die. They have beautiful orchids on sale for ten bucks. I would love to have one, but I'm not sure I trust myself to keep it alive. I walked out of there with the caulking gun I had been sent for. The problem with Home Depot (and Target and the other Big Stores) is that whenever I leave, no matter what time of day, I just want to go to bed. I can't handle the big stores; they suck the vital life force from me. It was in this state that I arrived home to find three bodies working on the retaining wall. It was the aforementioned annoying neighbor and his son, who, since I am a hypocrite, are no longer annoying but instead are super awesome.