Sooooo.......I'm REALLY sore right now.
Yeah, I know I had enough energy to write a blog post before this one. So what? My hands can still hurt. So can my back, hips, knees, ankles.
Shit. Just occurred to me I might be getting old.
Why, you ask, is the Fat Guy in more pain than if he'd run a fucking marathon? Because, dear reader, the Fat Guy's a fucking idiot.
Don't tell me. You just got done thinking or saying "No shit, Sherlock."
Yup. I deserved it. Left way too big a hole.
I've mentioned several times over the past few posts that I was going to build a new deck on the back of my house, and this weekend is/was the choice weekend. On Saturday, I had my brother in law and my two best friends over to help out. We were like the fucking Postal Service: working through all kinds of weather, and still managing to get the package soaked. (Just kidding. I don't need my mail any more fucked up than it already is, thank you.) Between the four of us, we managed to get the deck completely framed. Had to stop because we ran out of sunlight (which means it was around 8pm).
Of course, since I (or my wife...mostly my wife) was having to put leashes on our dogs to take them out the front door to do their business, going without some sort of backyard steps from the house just wasn't going to do.
My brother in law and I worked today. The original plan was to work "until it starts to rain", which was supposed to be around 1pm. Guess what happened? You got it. No fucking rain.
About 3pm, sore, sweaty, and sunburned, we stopped. However, we got the decking in place and steps built, which means I can waddle my sore ass to the back door and let the dogs out.
Nice.
Figured out pretty quick that deck building is a younger man's game, and you young pups out there can keep building on.
Us "old dogs" will just take a bit longer and build one that kicks your's ass.
Hell. Yeah.
Good job and thanks again for the cool plant stand. Moni
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