My knees and girlie hands are stiff and sore from building a platform yesterday for our new hot tub that gets delivered next week. My brother came over and helped me, thank God. His paws are probably not functioning either.
I call myself a tree-house carpenter. As usual, yesterday my paper plans did not survive my tree-house building methods. I changed my design on the fly. I over engineered the deck so much my brother is probably still laughing. I think, in the end, he was surprised that it was square and level when it was done!
I'll let a pro do the wiring. Tree-house electricians usually make the news for getting electrocuted...
--It was a true Miller Time.
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