Alright Ladies & Germs, things are about to crazy up in hurrrrr. We are finally cleaning up our act, with the hopes of no longer looking like we live in a crack house. Sorry, rooftop garden, your days are numbered. One to be exact. Starting tomorrow bright and early Brett and his wonderful friends will begin the fun task of ripping off the roof that has more wave in it than the Pacific Ocean. We can hardly imagine what our house will look like with a brand spankin' new roof! Bring. It. I just wanted to post pics to remind you of our little pink house (read: dump). I sense a time is coming near that I will pull in the driveway and, for the first time since owning it, I will not think, "What a freaking DUMP." Soon, but soon, peeps!
Brett and I got all agro the other night and ripped off our oppressive back patio structure, with a sledge and bare hands. BAM. I honestly can't believe the thing stood for so long, being that some of the main posts flapped in the wind, but that's neither here nor there. The main point is that we are in the mode of "let's clear this sheeet OUT!" Like I said at the beginning, we are cleaning up our act. I have a feeling our neighbors are thinking happy thoughts (especially our neighbors across the street, who live in a Thomas Kinkade house, who also happen to be acknowledged every year by the "Garden of the Month" club...who also have a perfectly centralized view from their bedroom window of our house. Yes, they are thrilled.).
Wish us luck! Gideon's tool belt is strapped on, and he's practicing his ladder climbing right this very minute. Scout is going to do her part by wearing her Carharrts, and being extra good for her Auntie Kougar. I'm going to do my best at whatever it is I do. I'm still figuring that out.