We spent the whole weekend working at the job site. I'm so exhausted I can't seem to focus and I keep repeating myself.
Philly's been working me like a house elf.
But we did have a cute little visitor! Isn't he sweet?
I was so taken with him that I immediately named him......?
I don't remember what I named him, but isn't he cute? He flapped around for a while and then he'd light...I'd get my camera all focused...then he'd take off again. Silly bird.
He must have finally found a way out because I don't see him anymore and we never found him "napping" on the floor.
OH! Philly just told me I named him Morris. I have no recollection.
So, Philly put me in charge of the burn pile. I wanted to call it a bonfire, but I guess it's just a burn pile. I forgot to take a picture, but it looked JUST like a burn pile!
I shouldn't be allowed to be in charge of a burn pile because some of the cardboard pieces got away from me and I went chasing them around and stomped them into oblivion, and this is what I got for my effort.
Do you know how difficult it is to shave around a blister?
Hey little girl is your brain at home...
Did it go and leave you all alone...
I got a real hot pyre...
Ow ow ow...I'm on fire...
I'm a little like Drew Barrymore. I can't control my fire.
Philly gave me a paint project! Holla!
But first he built me my very own personalized saw horses.
At first I thought I was getting a seahorse. How cool would that be? Then I thought I was getting a teeter-totter. I think maybe I was getting a seahorse, a see-saw, and a saw horse confused. Did I mention I was exhausted?
He asked how high I wanted them (I don't know...how high are you?) and I said, "I don't know...belly-button height?" They're perfect! I didn't have to bend or hurt my back at all working on my project.
Aren't they cute? And they're SO happy!
Anyway, we've got these wooden board things that will frame out our garage doors. I set to work with our new(ish) little orbital sander. I've used this sander once before. I recall having a heckuva time finding the stupid little on-switch. I couldn't find it. Again. It's such a tiny little device...where could it be hiding?
(Shhh...It's right on the front at the top under that clear plastic thingy.)
I'm searching all over said device and all the while Philly is just staring at me like I've completely lost what's left of my mind. I just keep repeating, "Where the eff is the switch?!"
(Or, variations like, "Where's the effing switch?!")
Philly keeps staring.
I start giggling. And giggle more and more and pretty soon I'm blowing snot bubbles inside my dust mask. And Philly stares.
He finally had to show me where the switch was. And wouldn't you know? It's exactly where it was the last time I used the sander. Who knew?
My exciting boards all set up:
And just as a little side note, did you know that if you work for hours in the sweltering heat that you barely have to pee? It's like you can drink as much water as you want and still...no pee. I'm usually Little Miss Peesalot. It drives Philly nuts.
Saturday and Sunday? Seven hours straight and I didn't have to run to the gas station. Or cornfield.
Seriously? You've never used a cornfield? When I was 13 and detasseled, I would avoid voiding in the field at all cost. Now? Not so much. As soon as you cross the threshold into distance running, every happy cornfield is now viewed upon with joy as nature's outhouse.