And I’ll blow your paper
(Alternate title – You have got to be sh*tting me.)
After years of
relentless nagging gentle persuasion, I finally talked the husband into replacing the old rotted siding on our garage this weekend.
He started removing it out front, which was fine.
(No plumber’s butt shots. You’re welcome.)
Then he turned the corner…
Started ripping, and found….
Paper. Lots and lots of paper….. but no walls.
Fuckety, fuck, fuck.
There was literally nothing behind the old siding but paper.
Who does that?
“Gee honey, wood is expensive. Grab me that spiral notebook and the trashy romance novel you were reading last week.”
Good grief, even the 2 little pigs used sticks and straw.
Needless to say, the husband was not amused at all the extra work this was going to entail.
I tried to make light of it and told him we could have an awesome transom window, but
he had a hammer in his hand and a strange look in his eye that didn’t go over well either.
To be continued….
(Face it, this project is going to take a month of Sundays and if I have to live through it? So do you. That’s the beauty of blogging! But if it makes you feel any better, I had a large splinter in my butt from rubbing against a piece of rough cut wood yesterday so …. I still get the worst of it.)