I’m so excited!
We had multiple contractors come over and give us estimates on our exterior barn project… (Staining, trimming, soffiting) and after I picked my jaw up off the ground and cursed the fact we didn’t have any children to sell… we chose a locally owned and operated company.
We’re on their schedule, but I don’t know when they’ll start.
I’m sorry, that was a cruel tease…. and a shameless attempt to lure aged disco fans to my blog. Please feel free to play Neutron Dance and curse me at your leisure.
Not trusting anyone else to pick out the trim boards, the husband dragged me to a lumber yard…
Where he closely examined and rejected dozens of 16 footers in the premium grade.
* Note to lumberyard workers – if you see my husband coming? Run. *
He refused so many, I swear the kid who was helping us starting sprouting grey hair.
After the first hour he delicately suggested we upgrade to the finish grade.
Which we did.
But…. silly boy, did he really think that would make a difference?
It shouldn’t surprise you to learn we were there the entire afternoon. And just when we were ready to leave?
The husband met a fellow Marine.
Another hour later… we left.
It’s amazing how exhausting it is standing around doing nothing. So much so, after we unloaded the truck…
Does that look like $450 worth of wood to you?
We fired up the grill….
And poured the adult beverages.
Dinner that night?
Life is good!