We're only under contract. We don't even have the house. But oh yes my friends, it's begun. This morning on the way to the el, here's a bit of my husband's ramblings:
"Man, I can't wait to rent a jackhammer and break apart that driveway... I mean, it's f*&king making me mad that it's there... I gotta figure out how to work it... It can't be that hard, right? Do you think I should just sledgehammer it instead?"
Monday, May 08, 2006
Oh boy.
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Reminds me of the time when Robert insisted that because it was his birthday, he was allowed to pull up a tile in the bathroom and see what was underneath.
We had hideous rotting floorboards exposed for months before we managed to do a remodel.
Ah boys. If I didn't need them to open jars I'd just be done with them. :-)
Hmm...to sledgehammer or jackhammer? I gotta say jackhammer. You're body will give out either way, but you'll get more done with the jackhammer. Plus, nothing says "quality addition to the neighborhood" more than a dude going apeshit with a jackhammer.
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