As I was painting the far end of the hallway, I heard a number of grunts and outbursts of "He stuck the landing! He STUCK the landing!!!" Hoping Woody was not living out his East German judge fantasies again, I trudged over to investigate. Thankfully, I found him wearing this outfit and expression:
However, what really stood out was our kitchen floor:
Woody had ripped up the entire subflooring and revealed the original porch in prep for our tile floor! This was backbreaking work. While an army of 4'11'' musclewomen gymnasts could have made short work of it, Woody doesn't have that kind of upper body strength.
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