Vacation

I took a few days off from work cuz Furry Husband had some use or lose vacation time and no one drinks wine on the 4th of July. It's all beer... so he took some vacation and we decided to work on a few projects around the place.

Our neighbor Jack brought in some sand for us and we wanted to create a stone walk way to avoid mud if it ever rains again in CO. Pretty much a lot of our projects are centered on eliminating mud or are all about easy clean up when there is mud.

We heard from our neighbor Mrs. Kravitz that if you drove up this dirt road into a canyon there was flat rock as far as the eye could see and no one around and you could just take it. She went there all the time and always took dates up there and had sex with them (shudder) because it is so beautiful there.

Well, we drove up there and yes, it was indeed beautiful - not beautiful enough to inspire Furry Husband and I to hump like rabbits, but very pretty. There was some flat rock - however, there were NO TRESPASSING signs about every 30 feet. No one around - but all those signs made me feel a bit hinky. However, I was not about to leave the adventure without SOME rock.

We stopped and loaded maybe 20 flat rocks of varying sizes when Furry Husband shouts, "Someone's coming!" I jump down from the shoulder of the road, run across the street and jump in the truck. Furry Husband slams the tailgate of the truck shut...a black Subaru Forrester pulls up. There is a 20 something man with facial piercings and a woman that is maybe a bit older... they look us up and down with a very Clint Eastwood look. The man says in a very Clint Eastwood voice, "Whatchoo doin'?" Looking us up and down and being very suspicious of us. Furry Husband says in his best bullshitting, probably a bit over enthusiastic voice, "Oh, we are just out for a drive. Sure is beautiful out here!"

The pierced man is suspicious but can't seem to place what we've done wrong so he says in his gravelly voice "Well, I'm jus' chekkin' on the laaaand" We smile and wave at them enthusiastically like we are total idiots who've never seen this sort of scenery and we drive off...

We felt SO guilty all day long and Furry Husband was worried they took our license plate number and the cops would show up... I assured him that no one could prove the rocks in our truck came from that particular location. Needless to say, the rocks we stole were not going to be anywhere near enough to cover our entry path... and I don't think we could stomach theiving that many rocks so we caved and bought 2700 lbs of red flagstone - with a coupon and saved $40!

We pieced it all around where we wanted it and I think it looks great! We are trying to decide if we buy some red breeze to fill in the "seams" or if we just get some more cheap sand and fill in and let it be au-naturale. I'm sorta leaning toward au-naturale. Cheaper and blends in more with the rest of our little place.

The other project was to paint the outbuildings so they would match our house. Furry Husband painted the house 2 yrs ago and didn't get to the outbuildings. Oh! And we painted all the window trim which we had not done 2 yrs ago. So I think our house looks very cheerful and happy.

Furry Husband did have a run in with some paper wasps... I painted everything low cuz I am a big chicken about climbing things and cannot go higher than the first 2 rungs on a ladder. He painted everything tall... well, one board on the eave of the house was loose and the wasps thought that was a purty nifty spot. Furry Husband shouted about bees and then ON PURPOSE hit the board and climbed down the ladder cursing the bees. All the wasps flew out looking for something to attack. He did not get stung which was amazing to me. When I asked WHY he would HIT the board the wasps were nesting he said with complete conviction, "Cuz they made me MAD! They were impeding my work!" That had me chuckling to myself the rest of the day... git MAD at 'dem bees!

However, when he climbed up the ladder 15 minutes later (and he says I'M stubborn?) he got stung in the corner of his eye and luckily retained his wits to climb down the ladder with his paint can. Cuz it coulda been a complete comedy of errors where he fell off the ladder, into the electric fence and dropped a full gallon can of paint on one of the napping dogs below! None of that happened and all he has to show for it is his one swollen eye - making him look a little like Forrest Whittaker.

We did buy some wasp killer and killed the little mo'fo's this morning before they got active. Finished painting the window... however.... I did some touch up painting to some spots and it's not blending in with the rest of the house paint... so ya know. Looks a bit trashy...but it all kinda fits in with our theme. Old Farmhouse. Green Acres. We Don't REALLY Know What We Are Doing.