|My rendition of our deck.|
There should be a frowny face on the bottom here,
but I didn't feel like drawing it.
|Any minute I expect to get a knock on the|
door from the kid with the dirt bike
asking to use our track.
|They wouldn't let me drive the bobcat|
thingy. It was probably because
I called it a "bobcat thingy."
|My MIL came to visit. If you look|
closely you can see her sitting up there.
|Before we moved in the previous owners|
had workmen put up these X's to help
shore up the deck. It didn't work.
|I tried lifting one of the blocks when the|
guy wasn't looking. I couldn't do it and
I needed ibuprofen afterwards.
|I wish this wasn't fuzzy.|
|Unsurprisingly I used this photo in another|
diatribe about home improvement.
Think it was something about wall spackle.
|The kid doesn't really use the tree house.|
I'm moving my office in there just as soon
as we get an AC unit in there.
While the guys were toting 85 pound bricks around, HIM, the man to whom I'm married, decided to build a drainage ditch next to the tree house. He rented a ditch witch and proceeded to break six irrigation pipes and lost two sprinklers in the process. It took longer to fix the broken pipes than it did to dig the trench. However, I have since learned that when one breaks a pipe, in order to fix it, one must dig it out by hand in order to have enough pipe visible to be able to cut it off in order to put on a new connection. By hand means digging with a shovel and then by hand. Then two of the connections he re-did leaked and had to be re-did again. Then the system had to be tested, the drainage hose put in, and reburied. I'm not sure where all the dirt went because we didn't seem to have enough dirt to fill in the trench, even with the big ass drainage hose in it. Anyway, my back hurts and there's about an inch of mud stuck to my stinky shoes.
|Surprisingly there aren't that many photos of dirty shoes|
on the Internet. Who knew?