I like the word. Recapitulation. We too often shorten words to make them faster to say. Recap. It's too short. And it's a word without any personality. Say this: recapitulation. Man! Doesn't it sound smart? Uggggh. Loves it.
Okay, back to the weekend recapitulation. (See, don't I sound intelligent?)
Machismo prevails where ever crushed beer cans are found.
It's the truth.
I spent the weekend cleaning up after some thirsty, hungry and ambitious men. Thanks to them, my attic is painted, drywall is installed and the heat is almost functioning. One last major thing to do...carpeting. Then it will be complete and the LG can relax. Kudos to him, as he has been working like a maniac.
Sometimes I feel useless as he's lugging drywall, or sawing through gutters, or using joint compound. I don't know how to do any of this; I'm an expert at observing. And I'm much better at cooking, which is what I did all weekend so that I could, in some way, help out the boys who were working.
Like at the moment, the LG is on the roof, fixing a gutter. And here I am. Blogging. I did cook dinner as soon as I came home, so I did do something. And now I should be working on school stuff, but instead, I find myself plopped on my couch and typing on this here blog.
What other craziness went down this weekend?
Well...I carried some things from the basement to the upstairs bedroom. I drove around looking for a circuit breaker, only to find electric supply stores close at 12pm. I tried to stay out of the way of the men. And I did some cooking to feed their hungry bellies. And when it was time for bed, I fell asleep in 30 seconds flat.
How's that for a crrrrrazy weekend? HA! More like unrelaxing and boring at the same time.
1 comment:
Dont feel too bad. I think the boys like doing the dirty work. And besides, we're way too cute to have dust and paint in our hair.
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