Please Don’t Stare
Our side porch is getting nastier by the day. Anytime a swift wind, or hell even a gentle wind, sweeps by flakes of paint flutter away.
James and I were standing outside our house talking to a couple of our friends this past weekend when it really dawned on us how terrible it looked. Even if we weren’t ready to start tackling the porch just yet, something had to be done. Insert guns of steel.
A baby could have taken this porch apart it was so rotten. Excuse this hot mess of a picture. I literally was a hot mess. I had just gotten back from a run when James wanted to take apart the porch. And at that particular moment he wanted to get an action shot of me. Looks like James is starting to participate in this things called my blog, eh? Well, the camera was turned on me and I was totally not digging it. We decided to leave some of it up for now because of code, but hopefully in a couple of months when the upstairs is more completed we can actually dedicate some time to getting it to look good. Maybe even plant some scrubs.
Which brings me to a poll! Yay!