For those who have been dying to see what I’m talking about regarding our fence construction, I have pictures.
The album’s not complete, of course, since the fence isn’t.
For those who have been dying to see what I’m talking about regarding our fence construction, I have pictures. The album’s not complete, of course, since the fence isn’t….
For those who have been dying to see what I’m talking about regarding our fence construction, I have pictures.
The album’s not complete, of course, since the fence isn’t.
Hoo.
I liked this picture in the slide show, then laughed and laughted at your comment:
“Katherine helps Daddy, who is wearing the Business Casual Fenceworkingwear clothes that are sweeping the nation.”
I don’t know ow often I find myself up to my elbows in dirt, wiping my hands on my pants to scratch my face, only to suddenly remember that these are my *work pants* I’m wearing out prematurely, crawling around in the dirt on my knees. Sigh.
Nice pictoral record there.
And why aren’t you using that composter, young man?
Why?
Uh … we ran out of room for it?
We need to finish getting the utility yard cleaned up?
I forgot?