Let me refresh everyone's memory:
In the fall of 2005, at our old house, we began to demo the deck (because it was a rickety piece of crap!). Andy and some pals took it down one Saturday afternoon. Then, it just sat there. Empty. Not being touched for months. It was "too cold," "too wet," "too rainy" during the spring, and then it was "too hot," "too muggy" or we were "too busy" to work on it during the summer. Keep in mind I was pregnant then, too, and not always (or EVER, it seemed like!) in the best of moods. Basically, a "small project," rebuilding a deck, took way longer than it should have.
Two weeks ago, I bought all the pieces for Carter's playground.
Andy has PTO to burn. If he doesn't use it, he looses it (which he says "isn't an option."). He has assured me that this project will get done soon, by May'ish.
"Yeah, right!" I thought! To get this thing going, I'm going to have to pull off some major pregnant tears.
I was wrong.
Last weekend he cut nearly all of the wood. Yesterday, he finished cutting and began assembling (HE EVEN SWEPT THE FLOOR!). And today, he put pieces together. We have what you can clearly tell is a playground, coming together (much quicker than I ever imagined!) in our garage.
This means: I was wrong. Andy was right, and I apologize. He rocks.
However, I will not give him back him back his "Burn After Reading" DVD until Friday. I don't want to watch it now. I want to watch it Friday. Even if I don't decide to watch it then, he isn't getting it until Friday. But he does rock for getting a jump on the playground!
Andy, in the man-garage doing manly things
In the fall of 2005, at our old house, we began to demo the deck (because it was a rickety piece of crap!). Andy and some pals took it down one Saturday afternoon. Then, it just sat there. Empty. Not being touched for months. It was "too cold," "too wet," "too rainy" during the spring, and then it was "too hot," "too muggy" or we were "too busy" to work on it during the summer. Keep in mind I was pregnant then, too, and not always (or EVER, it seemed like!) in the best of moods. Basically, a "small project," rebuilding a deck, took way longer than it should have.
Two weeks ago, I bought all the pieces for Carter's playground.
Andy has PTO to burn. If he doesn't use it, he looses it (which he says "isn't an option."). He has assured me that this project will get done soon, by May'ish.
"Yeah, right!" I thought! To get this thing going, I'm going to have to pull off some major pregnant tears.
I was wrong.
Last weekend he cut nearly all of the wood. Yesterday, he finished cutting and began assembling (HE EVEN SWEPT THE FLOOR!). And today, he put pieces together. We have what you can clearly tell is a playground, coming together (much quicker than I ever imagined!) in our garage.
This means: I was wrong. Andy was right, and I apologize. He rocks.
However, I will not give him back him back his "Burn After Reading" DVD until Friday. I don't want to watch it now. I want to watch it Friday. Even if I don't decide to watch it then, he isn't getting it until Friday. But he does rock for getting a jump on the playground!
Andy, in the man-garage doing manly things
OH my God! He had to cut the wood himself. SUCK! Ah, the things you get out of for 1) being a girl and 2) being preggo. Rock on!