Jesse came home from her Frisbee golf game and joined me working with the black tar stuff. I hate to say it, but the apple does not fall far from the tree. We both threw away our T-shirts rather than trying to wash them later. The trash sack idea is sounding pretty smart.
Monday, May 03, 2010
End of the Weekend
To finish off our weekend, we did some work around the Lazy B. Toby got on his tractor and plowed up the garden and graded the driveway. It took him a while since he had to change plows and blades. While he did yard work, I worked on the house by putting black tar stuff on the seams of the sheathing - a nasty, mindless job. There is a reason my father's nickname for me was "Dirty Lil." When I work, I get totally immersed in my job. I managed to get black tar stuff all over me - even on my tooth - causing Toby to laugh and say I looked like a hillbilly. Years ago I did some kitchen work at Texas Red's. By the end of the evening, my apron was covered in food. The other kitchen help suggested that I wear a trash sack and cut out holes for my head and arms - it would be easier to just throw the sack away rather than washing aprons.