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Originally Posted by timbit
easily the best episode....up to this point.
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You like that one? Do I have some stories for you. How about this one?
So, 8 years ago we move out to the middle of nowhere, right across from an old overgrown, abandoned gravel pit. (The view is actually quite nice with all the deer and other wildlife that roams through the pit to eat the grasses.) My husband decides we need a covered deck off the back door - one that's big enough for a couple of garbage bins, recycler, ect. I tell him in the most polite way that I can that he will have to put in cement pilings in order to combat the ground settling that we'll experience. He nods at me and, not so secretly, rolls his eyes like he's married to a moron and proceeds to build the deck.
Now, every woman knows that once a man has a plan, no amount of ranting and raving will change his mind, and so I settled in to watch the proceedings. What do you know? No cement pilings. Well, what do I know anyway?
Fast forward 6 months. I'm doing a little Sunday cleanup around the house. I round up all the garbage and head out the back door to sort and I am brought to a dead stop. Back door won't open for all my efforts. Fine. Something must be in the way. Head to the front door to go all the way around and I get to the back door and just start laughing. The deck roof has sunk enough that it's blocking the door. It's not polite to laugh at my husband, as I've been told many times by him, so I straighten my face and go to find him to let him know he now needs to fix his mess.
Now, he's out at the woodpile, cutting up firewood. I'm trying desperately not to crack up as I explain the problem. He gets a determined look on his face and marches up to the back door, fires up his chainsaw and cuts a 12"x3" notch in the 2x4 support beam and yanks open the back door. He then turns to me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
I'm waiting patiently for the roof to cave in. In the mean time, he's told me he wants to build a garage next.