Saturday, January 06, 2007


I’m sitting here at work, at my desk, eating my hot chicken noodle soup as slowly as I can. Why? Not because it’s hot, though that is a convincing argument. No. It’s because as soon as I’m finished eating I need to go outside into the bitter cold world and put sheets of foam insulation on the underside of a deck.

I still have bruises on my butt, hips and knees from working on this little project earlier this week. The entry to get under the deck is no more than a crawl hole; actually it’s more like a slither hole. Then once I’m under there I pretty much have to work on my back, because there isn’t enough space to sit upright. And did I mention its cold?

Yes. I am complaining. Oh well. Out I go.

- Chel


Skittles said...

Buy bigger cans of soup..

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Kara said...

That doesn't sound very fun :P I'm a complainer too, if I can't get out of doing something I will at least complain about it as much as possible lol

Mike said...

I'd hate to be doing that too. Especially if it's dirt under it. All those little spaces make me nervous. Not to mention I'm not the smallest guy you'll ever see lol.


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