86'n It

Ok I know that title is corny, but I could not resist it. As far as the anniversary present part, I had a minor renovation breakdown on Saturday. I went to Home Depot, got harassed by a random guy lurking at the loading area who not only did NOT help me load 14 bags 80lb bags of concrete, but who also asked me how much I weigh and when I didn't answer, proceeded to guess 20lbs OVER my actual weight.

I got home, I was hot and tired. I took one look at Marc, who had just dug out all the dirt for the stoop and was in the process of putting in the gravel layer and I said dead seriously: "Cover it back up."

I had just had it with working on the weekends. I didn't care if we had to step onto broken concrete hunks to get to the new patio. I didn't want to lift a finger. Cover it back up.


Luckily, Marc doesn't listen to me because he kept on working while I proposed a deal. The stoop could be my anniversary present. Pretty good deal, I think. (In all honesty, I did try to help him Sunday afternoon, but some little munchkin boycotted her afternoon nap.)

Franca had a grand ole time helping Marc finish the planting in the little holes. We just used some mondo grass from the garden.

She has been LOVING playing outside. She cries when we have to go in. Sadly, her favorite activity is stomping on our new, delicate grass. Digging is a close second. (As you can see by the bucket and shovel in the above photo.)

Marc is outside as I speak working on the patio. We are hosting a little get-together for neighbors Thursday and there are some corrections we want to make. Some painful, painful corrections.

Oh, is that Franca I hear waking up?? Huh, too bad I can't go help him. Happy Anniversary (again) to me.