Porch Painting

We tackled the porch. Fought the good fight. Kept on keeping on.

Until the porch surrendered. *Victory was ours!* We had conquered the porch over a bazillion coats of paint.

Father-in-law T. may or may not have rode in on a white horse with better, more consistent paint to help us finish.

I cannot tell you if that is true.

But I can tell you that he is a fantastic father in law!

Gorgeous-ness!

Chris tending to his wounds.

A yellow jacket may or may not have stung his foot and made it swell to twice its size two days later.

Okay, okay - I'll tell you - that's true. He had to go to see the doctor when he could no longer get his rather large and in charge foot in his shoe.

Also true - Chris took two big cups of gasoline to the yellow jackets' nest.

They may have won the battle, but we won the war!