It's a Planter. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Well, we've reached a new and unprecedented all-time low in the area of curb appeal.

This was the sight waiting for me when I arrived at the farm last week. I've mentioned that we're doing some remodeling on the farmhouse and our son who has been forced to happily volunteered to help while he is hanging out with us this summer had gone to the trouble and expense of displaying a customized welcome sign for me.

And of course, the guys are always up for a little miter saw humor...

Gah.

This time there were 2 torn-out bathtubs, pieces of sheetrock, tile, a tile cutter, various and sundry tools and air compressors and pressure washers and oh yes, a toilet, on the driveway. Not the toilet from last week. A different toilet.

Because we are very fancy.


And also because we want to look good for the oil and gas workers that travel our road. Oh and also for the lawbreakers who ignore the Dead End, Private Road, and No Trespassing signs. We especially want to look good for them.


We've been stuck on a remodeling roller coaster. Or merry-go-round. Or Tower of Terror. Whichever one you occasionally get thrown off of or throw up immediately after disembarking.


And then you get back on. 


Because you love punishment. 


And you're not very smart.






But just as soon as my stomach settles and The Chief and I have had all of our knees replaced from the torture of tiling the bathrooms, I have all kinds of things to post.




I've already started writing a fascinating story entitled There Once Was a Man Named Sprig.

I've got a great salad recipe to share that I served at the Ladies Bible Study last week. It's so, so easy.

I'll share a few pictures of the remodeling progress.

And Weegie has written a riveting post on the Hazards of Kayaking that you simply won't want to miss.



Are you in?



Lu