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Because garages need facelifts too.

 

Work continues on the garage, and the paper walls are still a nightmare.

 

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Seriously, wth?

 

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The fact that it all has to be replaced with plywood means more time and money and work…

 

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And my instruction  to the husband to stop napping on the job was not well received.

Go figure.

 

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We turned the corner and I had to say goodbye to my beautiful daisies.

 

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Yeah, that was depressing.

But not as bad as the husband refusing to heed my advice to clean out the wood shed before he removed the panels…

 

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And having cement blocks fall on his toes.

I tried not to snicker.

Really, I did.

 

 

So, the woodshed was left pretty much like this.

 

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And progress was made elsewhere.

 

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The siding doesn’t exactly match the house, but in this light, it’s pretty close.

 

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And we’re getting there.

One wall at a time.

I’ll huff and I’ll puff…..

 

And I’ll blow your paper garage down.

(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.)

 

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Then he turned the corner…

 

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Started ripping, and found….

 

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Paper.  Lots and lots of paper….. but no walls.

Paper walls!

Fuckety, fuck, fuck.

There was literally nothing behind the old siding but paper.

 

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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.

 

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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.)

Men are very different creatures.

Example?

I’m neat and organized. When I start a job everything is laid out, prepped and ready to go.

The husband? Not so much.

His latest weekend project is putting up interior walls in our barn.

It’s a lovely barn, at least from the outside.

 

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And he built it by himself, nights and weekends for years.

 

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I love to sit on the porch and read….. but try not to go inside. It’s a large space and he’s filled it with totally useless crap.

So when it came time to put up walls? There wasn’t a lot of room.

 

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This is how he works.

 

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Clearing  a few feet as he goes along.

The very sight of it makes me twitch.

 

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And if you’re wondering why he has a microwave, a toaster oven and a broken water cooler in the barn? It’s because his office was throwing them out.

Need I say more?

 

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And yes.

That is a giant bullet behind the box of wooden shoe forms.

Please don’t ask.

Summertime is project time….

 

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

 

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

 

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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.

 

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Dirt.

And tunnels.

 

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

 

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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.