Country Halloween
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a
In general I like to give high-fives and maybe, if the occasion calls for it, do a little happy dance in my workboots. You could
I can’t really accurately describe the blissful days of hanging siding that the weekend consisted of if I don’t tell you a little bit about
I don’t even like heights, but these days, this is my happy place. I find myself more often than not glancing longingly at my tool
One of the things I learned to do this weekend aside from removing a splinter with my teeth, was how to trim donkey hoofs. Miniature
I’ve been saying for the last four weeks, if we could just have one more weekend with good weather where we could plow through some
We’re almost six months to the day from when we hired a guy with a bigass excavator to come over a dig a moat around
We’ve been wondering since we brought the donkeys back in April whether or not we had a baby donkey on the way. Miniature donkey gestation
And I’ve climbed up them all. A lot. I’m getting pretty good at hanging with one foot off, stretching out over the abyss to hammer
Just in case you were thinking that when you choose to DIY a house addition you drop off the face of the planet after Wednesday,
We had a singularly uneventful Wednesday right up until I learned 1.) We have bugs in our water, and 2.) J.Lo and I have now
Tuesday’s burning question was “dear god, is our concrete going to be purple?” and don’t worry, we’ll get to that. Right after the part about
Ever wonder what a week is like in the life of people who juggle full time jobs, part time contracting on their house, after-midnight blogging,
The good news is, after six weeks pondering the mysteries of trim and siding, and being derailed by things like rain and our own stupidity,
(I’m featuring one of my country sunset shots because it’s calming, not because it’s remotely relevant to this post, which prominently features 1.) bitching, 2.)
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