somebody please shoot me

The roof on the house is done and got tested pretty thoroughly with the twelve inches of rain we got last night. The roof on the garage is dried in and going to get finished tonight. What a job that is. Michael, yes my computer programmer husband Michael that takes 15 minute breaks every hour when PAINTING, hauled 18 yards of shingles all the way from the back of our house out to the dumpster on the street using a tiny wheelbarrow. The terrain is all UP HILL and the rain didn't help. We're talking hauling something like 1,500 pounds about 50 yards in two days? I'm not sure on the math but it was A LOT. Not to mention the thousands of nails he hand-picked out of the grass. All he got for help was his pregnant wife. I was out there helping him for much of yesterday and feel like CRAP today. You know I how excited I was about my hip not hurting on Friday? Well it HURTS today. I almost had to wake him up to take me to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Poor me. I'm such a wuss. I HATE feeling like a wuss. He did about a thousand times more work than me and has hardly complained a bit. LOVE him. I didn't know he was such a tough guy.

The job went pretty good and the house looks about a billion times better. Jim and James worked their BUTTS off. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen two guys work so hard in my life. They worked from 7AM to 9PM on Saturday without hardly a break (even when the rain hit). Thanks Jim-Don. We appreciate it.

I'll post some before and after pictures if I can ever find the energy.

I'm glad Ski and I are computer programmers for a living and that we bought 30-year shingles because roofing SUCKS.