I grabbed the trusses & pulled my fat ass up & climbed on the braces & the old man said, you won't be able to do that in the near future. I laughed & said, pull your pants up Fred Sanford.
We messed around & drank some brews. He wants to get it all enclosed before Tuesday, because it is suppose to rain for like 6 days. He didn't hit me in the head with a hammer, but he did clip me once with a screw as I was holding a sheet in place. I made sure after that to watch him more closely. After spending some time with the folks, I stopped at the sisters & we burned some wood. I smell like Smokey the Bear.
Time for another cold one. Damn, I could get use to having my weekends off. Ten days in a row dealing with crackheads is like ten days too many. My sister told me tonight, all you do is work. I think she has a point, but that is what guys do....Isn't it?
That & die & leave everything to some woman who will wind up remarrying some dillhole you wouldn't have given the time of day to.
Well, scratch that one for this catfish. I want to outlive all of my exes. Kind of like Steve Buscemi in Billy Madison (but without the lipstick)