For the past two years, Mike has always said (sometimes in jest but mostly not) that the cure for all that ails us around the house is a SHED.
"Where's my $@&# drill/screwdriver/level/paint brush..." was always accompanied by a frantic jumping up and looking around the entire house for said item. Toolboxes and fixer-upper items are strewn from top to bottom depending on where the last project took place. Hence, the frustration level of not being able to find a.damn.thing. I get it.
But now (drumroll please)... the shed is being built. Mike took off a shift from the fire station so he'd have an almost entire week to work on the shed. He's been kicking some a$$.
The foundation goes down
The walls are going up
And the roof is being raised.
Hopefully the weather will cooperate (although the weather peeps are calling for storms Friday-Sunday) and you'll see some completed pictures by the weekend!
*And yes, I feel all smart and stuff by using the word panacea. I don't get to work that into many conversation these days. :)