Tuesday, January 17, 2012

You Know You/Your Dad/Your Husband flips houses when

. . . You pile 13 people, tools, sleeping bags, air mattresses in a 15-passenger van to drive 2-1/2 hours . . . all because of a house bought at a great deal. . .

. . . You get to climb trees galore at the houses bought . . .

. . . You get to take nice cozy naps outside because you've been awake since 5:00 a.m. to get ready for the long trek out of town. . .
. . . You tear out a floor. . . see poop under the house. . . flip it and it hits your friend's/partner's nose (which friend and which partner shall remain nameless). . . .

. . . You rebuild the floor so now it is level. . .
. . . You spend endless hours painting and painting. . . but at least with a dear friend that you can talk about anything and everything with. . .
. . . You find a ball in the woods. . .
. . . And usher in a game of kickball. . .
. . . You ask the lady with the camera to take your picture. She gladly does so because you're just too stinkin' adorable.. .
. . . You demolish kitchen cabinets with a sledgehammer. . .

. . . You build walls. . .
. . . You come inside and in your grooviest voice say to your mom, "Mom, we are playing extreme kickball. Michael was playing in some water outside. I went to tag a base and slid, now I'm covered in mud. It was awesome!!!" (Alec)

. . . You later run inside and say to the Dad's, "This is so cool. There is water bubbling up from the ground me (Ash) and Abby stuck our hand in this hole where the water is coming up. Come see. This is so cool."

. . . You then find that your mud and water coming up from the ground is sewage. . .

. . . You then laugh ALOT. . .
. . . And immediately scrub everyone the best you can with soap. . .

. . . When a job needs to be done, you jump right on it. . .
. . . You get to handle cool power tools and hang sheet rock. . .
. . . You get to eat Steak and Shake, Chick-fil-A, and Krispy Kreme (I thought about you Faith :)) with these dear people you have the honor of calling friends. . .
. . And, certainly last BUT not least . . . you (which shall remain nameless) throw off stink bombs that "embarrass yourself" and linger in the air and makes some of us want to gag . .

1 comment:

Faith said...

I so would've gone with you if I had known you were going to eat Krispy Kreme donuts...

Love you and glad that your time was blessed and productive!!