And the garage/woodshed/storage building is getting a long over due vinyl siding face lift.

 

 

First,  the  husband had to be bribed, cursed, nagged  rotted wood had to be replaced.

 

 

And there was plenty of that.

Of course, we weren’t expecting the surprise the  lousy land beaver, Devil’s spawn  woodchuck left for us in the storage space out back.

 

 

Dirt.

And tunnels.

 

 

The little  bastard, rodent of Satan  darling had been busy.

 

 

So we spent an hour and a half filling holes and smoothing earth.

I have a feeling this job is going to be the   end of my marriage, reason I drink   gift that keeps on giving.