Does anyone recall my tales of staining wood for our new deck? I stained a small forest of boards for Rob to use. Triple-coated them in some cases.
Well, the deck is built and Rob decided that another coat of stain was called for as the wood was quite green and hence thirsty.
And then he asked me to do a second coat. And then a third.
Today’s photo is one of my painting shirts. Nothing special save the memories of outside white stain and many, many coats of it.
Even in the midst of turmoil, I still remembered my promise to you dear readers. Lacking a tee opportunity, I snapped a photo of myself before rushing off to yoga yesterday morning.
Okay, now I expect to see some t-shots on people’s blogs today and over the weekend. I am pretty sure there are more photogenic chests out there than mine.
I will be occupied today and tomorrow with the garage sale that Rob thought was a better idea than simply donating the crap items that we no longer need or use. Time will tell if he was correct and if Canadians are as rabid about garage sales as they are back in the U.S. (of course given the abject poverty of some many Americans at the moment, I bet we could have shipped everything to my garage sale queen BFF and made money – even after the shipping charges. But maybe not. According to what we read up here, Americans are getting ready for the return of the WPA and soup kitchens on every corner).
UPDATE: Dad is home and happy. He told my mother he is at peace and just grateful he doesn’t have some form of dementia because in his opinion that is the worst way to die. Mom insists that no one come home just yet.
“Your father and I need this time alone to sort through things and we just don’t need you right now.”
So there. Told me, eh?
Since my husband proved wildly popular last week, I coerced him into posing again. He was on his way out to do that handymanly thing he does so well.
Handy and manly and ready for action
And just to be cute and a bit risque – in the manliest of ways…
Perhaps a bit too ready?
I know what you are thinking. This Friday tee thing is turning into a way for me to pimp my hubby, so to speak. Where are the photos of me?
Truthfully, I don’t really own any t-shirts with names of places or drunken wild girl concert stories about how I danced on stage at a Duran Duran show and partied like a rock star’s groupie after. It just wasn’t me as a younger woman. And though I dutifully collect tee’s for BabyD, I find the obligatory crew neck style of gift shop garb ugly and unflattering, and rarely succumb to the lure. However, I promise next week will be me even if I have to model yoga wear. ‘K?
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