Then he decided to install the outside light next to our front door. We figured out that light fixture had been sitting in the coat closet for seven years. Seven years people.
He carefully placed all his tools in the wheelbarrow next to the front door. What. Don't you have a wheelbarrow parked at your front door?
After measuring and cutting the hole for the light, he placed the shingles on the ground the same way they would go back on the house.
Isn't he smart!
|Look, there's dust on that wall!|
He is a wiring wizard.
Grandson helped in a supervisory capacity.
My poor old rusty star just got tossed to the ground. She used to hang where the light fixture is now.
And now may I present to you- THE LIGHT!!!!
Gulp. How do I tell Mr LC that I don't like it anymore???