Why does everyone say "sip mimosas"? I heard these words fall out of my own mouth, and the lie echoed loudly in my ears. Let's slam mimosas. Because at least that has the ring of truth to it.
And I'll have none of that pulpy orange juice. If it doesn't flow willingly down the gullet, it tends to slow down (and, thus, ruin) the experience.
Better yet, let's make mimosas with apple cider, vodka, and bubbly. Because fall has arrived. My daughter, Emma, found this recipe and we had to try it out. Yum yum.
I love drinking with children.
Remember where we left off? It feels like the last deck update must have been at least thirty-six days ago.
And, of course, this happened in the meantime:
If you recall, we were three boards short, and as much as we enjoy leaping small chasms in a single bound, we went ahead and ordered the necessary supplies. In the meantime, Phil continued his labors and began installing the railing:
A little more railing and some magically-appearing boards!
No post is complete without a butt sticking up in the air.
Here was our foreman for the day. He kept his butt way down:
He (she?) made sure lots of things were accomplished while I was busy slamming mimosas.
We're getting awfully close now.
Our foreman kept sending in replacements.
But our most important foreman was able to oversee the final touches:
The last piece has finally been added, and Phil takes a much-deserved break. Do you see Eddie?
This deck has been approved by that damn cat.
And by the local Sneaky Raccoon Society.
Clearly, they think Phil built the Raccoon Stairway to Heaven.
This post is becoming longer than I thought possible, but just a few more things before you go. We found some furniture on clearance at the local patio stuff store, and now I feel like I'm on vacation every time I come out here. Which is a lot.
Eddie and Izzy love the deck.
Look closely at their shadows. Just do it.
Eddie stares longingly out of his prison cell at our sexy shed and John Deere zero-turn. Dog got his priorities straight once he got his nose out of the cat's ass.
Mashed potatoes on the deck are even more delicious than fresh vomit.
We had the fam damily over for a cookout a couple weekends ago, and we had beautiful weather.
Guess who was the star of the show?
Yep, you guessed it. Me.
Oh, and Emma's photobombing boyfriend.
Baby Reese did spend some quality time screaming at her daddy (my son):
Most likely because he wouldn't give her any of the delicious pie Grandi made:
Remember when I mentioned mimosas a hundred years ago at the beginning of this post? Emma and I certainly enjoyed them. And Eddie had so many he passed out and I had to prop him up for this photo opportunity.
I'll leave you with my current view, because this is what I find so relaxing after watching Phil work himself nearly to death over the summer.
Oh wait. Wrong view.
Doesn't that look so peaceful?
The leaves have just begun to turn, and I fully intend to spend some time enjoying the trees' metamorphosis.
Part One is HERE.
Part Two is HERE.
I will most likely have a Part Four next year after we deck out the deck.
And we still have steps to build from the kitchen to the patio, as well as the Fire Pit Project. But those will all occur after the snow flies and melts.
Happy fall, my friends!