Yardwork takes on a sinister edge

The storied look of a man who knows...hmmmm...that doesn't quite look right....I don't think I can hammer, duct tape, or BS my way out of this one...
"Daddy, why are we driving away from the house?"

"Son, I'm sick of pulling up patio pavers and finding prehistoric sized worms."

It's important to instill a solid work ethic and aptitude for manual labor at a tender age.

Zoe: "Mommy, why is there a concrete slab the size of the sandbox where the deck used to be?"
Mommy: "I don't know, honey, but I think your daddy is going to rent a jackhammer to make it go bye-bye."

"Daddy! Someone took our deck!!"

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Now that the grand weather is holding, we've started some of the outdoor projects. The rotted deck is gone, and the re-grading of the property up to the house got finished today. S took down some listing trees and has burned most of the dead branches he cut down in the trusty fire pit. The French drain "tunnels" as the kids call them are dug, making it a free-for-all for the cardinals and blue jays who are stuffing themselves on worms. Soon enough, we'll have a lawn rather than moss!