Almost Done...
Whilest my friends are chitter chattering away about silk panties & tatoos - We have been hard at work almost finishing the lounge. We ran out of roofing screws & poor old johnie law was so sun burned his head looked purple so the project will have to wait until next weekend to tie up. Here's what it's looking like:
Don't be fooled. I didn't do most of any sort of manual labor. I was tool wench & water girl. My mom will now have a dry & shady place to continue her plight toward lung cancer. Plenty of room for others.... Did you see the really cool sky light they put in for my plants? I'm so lucky.
Don't be fooled. I didn't do most of any sort of manual labor. I was tool wench & water girl. My mom will now have a dry & shady place to continue her plight toward lung cancer. Plenty of room for others.... Did you see the really cool sky light they put in for my plants? I'm so lucky.
posted by Kate G at 7:36 AM
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what I'd like to draw attention to is the 1/2 assed addition that our neighbors are STILL working on visible in several of these photos. It's been 7 years in the making and the thing isn't even close to habitable. Note the roll roofing still untrimmed hanging over the edge & the tar buckets by now affixed to the original roof & shingles. That ought to leave a mark when/if removed! We are certain that these people have formed their own cult. We refer to them as the Rustologists. Similar in nature to the Scientologists with a different central focus. They are not so heafty of pocketbook to make their tithings so they are contributing the only resourse at their disposal to annex space - aluminum cans! They frequently have these contributions scattered on their front lawn in some sort of offering pattern. Mostly we think they just kick 'em out of their rusty old vehicles. We have witnessed their children atop this structure & are sure they are planning some sort of child sacrifice. Not too much of a loss. Let me clarify to you on a minor detail that adds oooo so much to the plot; my neighbors are Mrs. Dusti Russel, Mr. Dusty Russel, Young Thor Russel & the Younger Titan Russel. Not to name names but you gotta know it all from begining to end. Therefore to identify between he & she - I refer to him as 'rusty' due to the pickup truck he brandishes. From there we have figured their religous outfit to be "Rustology". There are many tales I could spu about my redneck neighbors but who knows if they are watching this... I should be a nice person & 'love thy neighbor' but damn it's funny!!!
We will be long done with smoking lounge before the rustologist ever finish the interior or exterior of their structure - I'd bet money on it.
WHERE IS THE F-ING SWING??????
under the f'in ficus tree next to the f'in orchid that refused to bloom. any other f'in questions?
You should have written in to HG Channel and you could have paid someone else to do it and best of all you could have been on TV!
I was hoping to see a picture of the sunburnt head...but thats ok.
I did go back and check out the uneven tar-paper hanging from thy neighbors roof.... Maybe they are thinking, "why finish it, hurricane season is among us!"
That was really nice what you said about your mom and her lung cancer mission...LOL
Anyway, looks good!
God forbid Janet gets too much premature sun exposure. She wouldn't want to die of skin cancer before the lung cancer has a chance to take affect.
i'm headed up pleasant street after work. i'm taking a bottle of brown, a carton of smokes, and a box of nicotine patches. we'll slap 5 patches on each and smoke that carton till it's gone. if we survive the night, i can guarantee neither of us will ever smoke again. plan?
corrigated (sp?) roofing turns me on...bet it does Dusty too. and Dusti.
you know, we'll all feel like assholes if she does get the lung cancer.... and heather don't you dare drive past my house w/out an invite for some brown...just so you know, if you mix it really dark (like I like my men) 2 drinks will be all I can handle!
i read my new comments, was all happy and la-de-da...now i'm feeling like a big asshole. ok, so we're back to just drinking the brown and whenever i see janet at the store i'll sneak attack her the patch. i'll give her a hug, slyly place it on the back of her neck and she'll never know.
coming back sooner? what's shakin bacon?
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