I spent the better part of my waking hours today breathing the soup fresh-air of Summer and slogging around through this…
… in a cracked work boot that allowed mud and small bits of grit to seep up around my toes.
Which didn’t even faze me, because first, we are making some serious progress on that big-ass wall.
And more importantly…
I’m going to be spending the next 72 hours in Vegas, laying next to a pool and sipping Margaritas. (And attending a totally fabulous wedding.)
So, bring it on, gods of rain and muck and port-a-pots and broken equipment. You can’t bring me down today.
Go margaritas! WOOOHOOO! Have so much fun at the wedding!
Where are you working at, GIZA!!!
Dude, that’s one big wall.
Nice wall….and I need a Vegas vacation.