Wednesday, September 19, 2007


The deck is almost finished. The only things that need to be done are small cosmetic type things that I'm in no hurry for.
My Father is the greatest for building this for me... he even used vacation days to come up and build.

He was up this last weekend building.. He came up on thursday night in order to be up stupidly early on Friday to start the day building.

When I got home from work on Friday evening, I found him sitting on the deck drinking a Corona, slightly buzzed. I tell him the deck looks great and he says he's done for the day.

Then he shows me his hand. His knuckle is a meaty, bloody mess. Holy poop, it looks bad.

He tells me he got it caught in his belt-sander. HE GOT HIS KNUCKLE CAUGHT IN A BELT-SANDER!

What a trooper.

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