So ... the frame is up. Do you know how hard it is for one to walk on the small support beams and frame of a deck?
Well. It is. At least for me. Even with absolutely no alcohol involved. Really. Let's just say that I would never have scored a 10 on the balance beam if I were a gymnast. Actually, I'd probably do better if I were drinking ...
Really.
That being said, we decided we'd go ahead and lay the remaining lumber and create a floor. After all, we wouldn't want me to fall and break leg, therefore me needing a cast causing me not be able to enjoy this whole ensemble that I spent so much time and effort badgering Big Daddy for ... now would we?
And don't get me wrong. By "WE" I mean "THEY" because Big Daddy and I are too stupid to do anything like this. I mean, I can tell you what I want when it comes to a deck. Big Daddy can write the check for it (even though his hand shakes ridiculously while doing so) ... but someone else has to actually build it.
Oh I guess I'm not really being nice. Big Daddy can do some of it. He moved the sod and rock, right? My Big Man! I am just as proud of my Big Daddy as I am the men who actually built the deck ... because so far, we are VERY pleased!
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