In what might be the most boring post I have ever done I must announce. I finally finished the Deck I was building.

As the last screw turned in its hole, I fell back on my haunches and called the Good Lady to admire the magnificence of my wood.

OH MY GOD. IT'S AMAZING!!

She had yelled, hands clasped to her cheeks like a Tokyo housewife eating a hotdog.

I reclined back, my De-Walt swaying in my hand.

Come on out. Touch it.

I had said, nodding my head to the side like Tom Selleck riding a bicycle up a hill.

You know, there was a point where I thought we would have to pay a man to do it.

The Good Lady tippy-toed back and forth like a ballerina on the deck, twirling occasionally and giggling.

I looked at her her and raised my De-Walt, pressing the trigger a couple of times to make it menacingly whirr.

Sweetcheeks. The day I let you pay a man to fiddle with my wood will be the last day either of us draws breath.

She laughed long and hard. I joined in and then we tumbled to the smooth wooden deck so artfully erected by my hands and made sweet love.

Alright. That last bit didn't happen apart from the laughing.

Here are some pics instead. I don't have the strength to type!

And finally. The view from my stoop. As they say in the deep South.

I'm off for a beer. Cheers!!