How Difficult Can It Be?

That's what I should have named this blog and those are the very words I say before I embark on any fix-er-up projects around the house.

You think I would have learned by now.

Whenever my husband hears those words come out of my mouth he looks at me as if I've grown three heads.

He hates those words.

During the sadness with the big girl dog we really needed to keep ourselves occupied so I looked at the carport (double carport that can actually fit two full size SUV's) and realized we barely had room to walk from the driveway to the back door. So I looked at the hubs and told him we needed to get it organized so we could at least park ONE car under there and it really needed to be sprayed down with the power washer to get all the dirt and crap off from the whole stupid replace the sewer line mess.

And then I said "It's the carport, we're not building anything or ripping apart anything, how freaking difficult can it be for us to get the carport straight?"

Turns out it took eight SOLID hours. We were both walking like old people when it was done but now it's neat(er). There was a mound of "trash" in front of the house including four louvered doors. All was picked up by the Sunday drivers in a matter of hours.

It took him three days to begin speaking to me again.