Wait… Those two together make for a really gross combination. I swear, they’re mostly unrelated.
This weekend was a project weekend for the husby and me. The next big thing to cross off of our “To Do” list was re-stain the front porch. We allotted three days of work. I work from home on Fridays, so I was able to sneak in the first step while taking work breaks, which was bleaching the porch. This part was done without incident.
Day two involved pressure washing the old stain off of the porch. Greg was home, and we were both eager to get started with the pressure-washing. The problem was, of course, that we only have one pressure washer. Only one of us could do the necessary work at a time. Greg started while I decided to trim our butterfly bushes. Then when it was my turn, Greg decided that our front porch stairs needed replacing (which they did; they has started cracking in odd ways). So after purchasing the materials we came back to face our porch project, each with something to do. I finished pressure washing while he replaced the three stairs.
We began the actual staining on day three. All of the pegs and banisters were stained, and about 1/3 of the floor boards got finished. We took an early dinner break and that’s when the unspeakable happened…
I was sitting on the couch enjoying a nice, flavorful ribeye steak, when my stomach began churning.
I won’t go into details, but let’s just say that we didn’t finish the staining on Sunday, or even think about it Monday. I was up all night Sunday, and spent most of Monday sleeping and recovering. Tuesday I was back at work and function at about 80%. By the time I got home today, I was feeling much better. So after a delicious dinner of fried Tilapia and a ruffage-filled salad, Greg and I got back to staining. We finished putting the first coat on a couple of hours ago.
So there you have it, that’s why I didn’t post yesterday. I was doing so well with the A-to-Z Challenge until I died a bit.
Now to think of a “T” to post and catch-up…