Home Improvement

So.

Do you ever have one of those weeks that you set aside to get some things done, and then it turns out you don’t get most of those things done, but you do get an unexpected day at the hospital getting a blood transfusion?

No?

Well, I did. We have been on spring break, and I had a birthday.

Oh, and I had a blood transfusion. More on that later.

It sounds awful, but it was actually a very pleasant day. I spent about 9 hours at the hospital with my own remote, in my own clothes, watching a Grey’s Anatomy marathon while people brought me things. And at the end of the day I felt totally refreshed and ready to go.

Who knew?

But the reason I tell you this is because my plan was to get a big head start on getting the yard ready for summer.

We’re behind schedule.

Coach hates that.

We are re-doing our deck, so Coach and I spent most of Saturday and all day today building a deck.

Neither of us has EVER built a deck.

We didn’t have any help. It was Coach, me, and a nail gun.

I cannot tell you how much fun we had. It was a marital first.

Seriously. There was one minute early in the day where he gave me “the look.” He told me that putting my hands on my hips and getting bossy wasn’t really what he considered helping.

I kindly reminded him that I let him boss me around all day Saturday, and Saturday was my birthday.

I have impressive issues with authority.

Saturday was a breakthrough, but I kindly reminded him that this Mustang wasn’t quite broken yet.

10 hours later, and I might be broken.  I’ll let you know.

It took us 10 hours, 3 saws, two hammers, 1000 nails, Jack Daniels, and a glass of wine,  but we did it.

All. By. Ourselves.

We’re very proud.

The pictures are awful because it was getting dark when we finally finished, but you get the idea.

And we did it all under the watchful eye of this guy…
All I’ll say for him is this-  if you had told me 10 years ago that I would have gnome statuary in my garden, I would have laughed for a mighty long time.
But, if you’d told me that Coach would agree to a home improvement project that allowed me to wield a nail gun, I wouldn’t have believed that either.
Now I have to go.  The dog is whining, the right side of my body is sunburned, Coach is drinking, and he’s armed with a nail gun.  
See y’all!

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