Hump Day

I always hated that phrase. Hump Day. Wednesday never felt much like a hump in my book. Thursday, on the other hand, now that's a day I can party with. It's right next to Friday. And everyone loves Friday.

Moving on. We have some new pictures taken yesterday. They are preparing to make the slab at 626. Now, most of the time, when someone says "slab" you think of something thin, like a driveway. Oh no. The slab at 626 is a monster. On the pictures, if you look closely, you can see all these vertical boards sticking out of the ground. Each of those is 64 inches high. That's one inch taller than me. That is how high the slab will be. It's kind of like a stage, almost. And any other trash-talkin' hurricane out there will have a heck of a time moving this slab, once it's finished, you can bet your bottom dollar on that. (That's Judy B's rickety old house in the picture. It's completely off of its foundation.) Soon they'll start in with the bricks and sand and concrete and what have you. Very complicated slab recipe. It's gonna be wild down there.

So everyone have a snazzy Wednesday. It's almost Thursday! Yay!