So Sad

In 1999 when we bought our hot tub we had a patio poured outside of the basement to place the hot tub on. The day the cement was poured Megan was only 7 months old. Lauren wrote Megan's name, Sammi's name and her own in the cement and we took Meg's foot and hand and made prints. I remember Lauren saying she was too old to make prints in the cement. We did the same for our dog Charlie. We thought that would be there forever. As of yesterday, they cut out part of it to make room for a new post for the new deck and screen porch. I had them save the part they cut out in hopes of putting it somewhere else. But I have to say that watching them do that yesterday brought me to tears. Those are my girls. All of them. Lauren, of course, because she is my daughter; Sammi because she is like my second daughter; and Meg because she is the best niece an aunt could ask for. And then there's my Chuck. He was the best dog. He never ate lamb chops off the counter!

No More Hot Tub

Part of our deal with Crockett Construction was they had to get rid of our hot tub. I have been trying to get rid of it for 2 years with no success. Yesterday they sawed the hot tub into about a dozen pieces and tossed it in the dumpster. Yeeehaaa! When I went out to take some pictures I noticed the workers were using a broom that was identical to the push broom I own. Sure enough. When confronted they confessed that it was indeed my broom. I told them I was paying Todd Crockett enough money that I was pretty sure he could afford a broom. By the end of the day my broom was back in my garage all clean and pretty. Monday we will have the discussion that what is in my garage is mine and there will be no more helping yourself to whatever you need.

You Can't Make This Shit Up

Demolition on our existing deck began this morning. It is taking no time at all for three men to tear our deck to pieces. I took Ozzy out back to take a look at the process and snap a few pictures. As we are walking back to the house along the 30 year old spruce trees that line our property, Ozzy stops to do his business. I turn and look only to discover that he is peeing on one of the worker's sweatshirt! I'm not one to ever act sheepishly but I called out to the guys and asked whose shirt it was. When the one replied that it was his I told him what just happened. Of course everyone got a huge laugh out of it. Then the other guy said the dog peed on his shirt because he's a Sox fan. I can't argue with that. Said sweatshirt is currently in the washing machine.