However, I do have a nice story about the above mentioned church folk. They knew we had it bad. They've suffered complaints from the neighborhood off and on forever. When we moved in they came right on over and told us ahead of time that there were always people that would park like poo-poo heads (my word, not theirs) no matter what they did. They promised us that they told everybody every Sunday NOT to park in driveways or in crosswalks or in other places to fierce to mention. They also promised us that someone would. Then those same people (the ones talking to us, not the ones parking like poo-poo heads) came over one day and said that they had taken up a nice, fat collection of money and were gonna give it to us to help us build a driveway whenever we were ready.
And then the lovely refinance happened and suddenly there was more money each month and a little extree to play with so we got to building, as we are prone to do.
Here's Jackdaddy helping break up the garage floor. Oh, yea, THAT was a fun job. Did I mention that the floor was all cracked and broken and poor Jackdaddy had to live with that for 3 years? And him being a garage kinda man and all. It was the bane of his existence. (Sort of like the old windows are to me.)
On Day 2 they got smart and brought a jackhammer.
I'm gonna leave you hanging like this for awhile. You won't see this project again until it's all dry and they've come back to stain it (dark brown, of course. You know how I love my greens and browns). And, I've got another surprise for you coming up. You know Mamaholt had to have just a little treat for herself if Jackdaddy was getting a new garage floor and a driveway, don't you?