Our hard-working and generous son brought my vision to life. I thought it would be a quick simple job. Mr. Perfectionist, however, soon showed me otherwise. I should have known that "simple" wasn't in the cards when he needed no less than two truckloads of equipment delivered.
A compressor...you know, for compressing things!
A power saw to cut and spray painter to get white paint into every nook and cranny. (By the way, overspray now neatly decorates our grass in a delightfully permanent frost. Too bad Christmas is over!)
Most men agree, one can never have too many tools.
Especially if they're power tools.
The foyer is now nearly complete and looking quite spectacular. Everyone is happy but Indy. He has a bone to pick with the entire power-building extravaganza.
(After retreating to crate)
Mom, if that nail gun fires one more time, I'm packing my food bowl and leaving home for good!!
