The city inspector-man gave the garage framing a thumbs-up a little over a week ago. Special thanks to Jon for helping me get the big honkin header lifted in place!
In my eternal slowness, I spent the weekend putting up the home wrap. As it so happens, the wind chose to blow too, so that I could enjoy the challenge. I don't like being up on a ladder in the first place, but when relentless gusts are shoving great sails of flappity plastic in my face, I gets me some cranky. At first, I didn't secure the roll, and got to re-enact scenes from every sailing thriller where people get knocked overboard by the mainsail boom at the worst possible moment. I finally learned to wedge the roll nice & tight before doing my climbing.
Exhibit A
Doesn't that look like fun?
Ooh! Speaking of fun...
Rob came cackling down the hallway today, asking if I had seen the sign on the restroom stall door yet. So I jumped up to check out the latest intrigue:
Man, that was harsh...funny, but harsh. The particular grammar/spelling errors give me a good idea who wrote it. But sheesh. Tell them to take the paper back out when they leave? Back to the lunch room tables? Back onto the little stack by the microwaves? I'm this close to printing up a few sheets of little biohazard labels so that the poopy-paper crowd can visibly mark the compromised sections before returning them. Yech.
I guess it was pretty windy that day! It makes for lots of frustrations, when your trying to do something productive outside it the wind is relentless. Just think, your project is almost done.
YUK!!!! you have a very good point on the newspaper thing. I mean gross... who the heck would want to bring back newspaper (to the lunch room) that sat in the toilet stall floor. Next, he will want to start using them as place mats for everyone.
I don't get the big deal? Like the custodians don't have worse things to clean up in the restrooms? Sheesh, you'd think they'd be happy to see the odd newspaper now and then, in place of less, uh, savory things that could end up on the floor.
Man, some people have too much time on their hands. "You inconsiderate associate." Heh.