Uh oh. A project..

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When it’s a nice day and my husband goes missing? I get worried.

When I hear banging and power tools? I have to investigate.

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I found him on the porch of the man cave/Barn Mahal where he was building….

Something.

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He called it a dead man.

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I called it dangerous.

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In order to replace some rotted wood on the deck he needed to raise a post.

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One rusted car jack and some scrap wood later…

I was glad OSHA wasn’t in the neighborhood.

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Yes.

That’s what was supporting the roof as he worked.

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Brave… or reckless?

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It’s always a tough call with my husband.

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🥴

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