Today was going to be a really impressive day. I was going to impress myself, impress Wes, and impress all of you. I even took before pictures so that when I showed you the after pictures you’d be blown away. And tell me that I totally deserved the Linda Award.
Alas, there are no impressive after pictures. Just one rather pathetic one.
It all began with Harley. Running through our fence. This caused us to look a little closer at our fence and immediately decide it needed to be replaced. Since then, Wes has been going nonstop at work. And the fence has been put on the back burner.
Until this weekend. All fence materials have been dropped off and we are ready to go.
Last night at dinner Wes murmured something about what to do. I said, ‘eh? speak up.’ (not really). And he said he was trying to figure out which item on his to do list he’d like to cross off. Like, it’d be great if the fence was all taken down by the pool before the weekend. But he could probably do that in a half an hour on Thursday evening.
So. I decided to be a big girl. And an amazing wife. And I was going to destroy that fence. And it was going to be so impressive. Heck, if Wesley could do it in a half an hour, I could do it in an hour. Ha.
So I started off by taking a before picture.
Then I decided I should probably take a fierce picture of myself in destruction mode.
Then I hit the fence a few times. And that accomplished nothing. So I examined the fence. And found that the railings were screwed in to the posts. So back to the house to search for a screw driver.
I found a screw driver and got one screw out. And then I thought about how wonderful it would be to use a drill. So I went and found the drill. Problem. No bit in drill. Luckily skype was up so I hollered until my mom came running and together we examined the drill driving to find the button to open up the …thing. Mom gave lots of helpful hints but nothing was happening.
So I googled it. Very helpful.
With bit in drill, I confidently strode back down to the pool, sure I could now be successful.
Darn drill. I was able to get about twelve screws out of the wood. I didn’t want to call Wes because that would have just ruined the impressiveness. So I turned to my facebook friends for help.
And boy were they helpful.
And then I called my dad.
And then I kicked the fence.
And then I called Wes.
And told me not to worry about it. And I fussed and said it was really annoying and that dumb drill and I wanted to have it done when he got home and…
And he laughed some more.
So I took Gladys for a walk and then hopped in the car to head to town.