On Wednesday night Woody and I returned home to find this outside our back door:
Now, you may be thinking "Were you really all that surprised? Your entire yard is giant deposits of junk." Well yes, there are some piles of debris. But we know them well! They are like the coral reefs of B'ton, full of fascinating wildlife and damp squishy things. But this pile of junk was new. Naturally, Woody figured out what it meant first. "Oh," he said, "you are going to like this." When he opened the back door we found....
THIS!!!
Holy boiled peanuts Batman! Kenneth and his crew had ripped out the entire back bedroom put in brand news walls and framed in windows!
They had replaced parts of the rotten floor and reframed our back door. The back area of the house looks hu-u-uge! And for the first time in ever the room in which we keep our refrigerator does not smell like some witch's brew of moldering lumber, beer making supplies and motorcycle parts.
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in my defense motorcycle parts don't smell that bad, and beer smells good.
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