Day of Labor

Happy Tuesday to you.  Here I am, a day late and a dollar short for an actual Labor Day post, but seeing as we actually labored, I'm assuming you'll give me a pass.  Plus I basically collapsed on the couch for the remainder of the night and even typing seemed too taxing at that point.

My husband and his mom (and me, by default, hehe) own some land southeast of town.  His dad used to run a sod farm there.  Hopefully we can get it up and running again someday soon.

Hubby is now in the process of installing a fence along the property line.  

You know, to keep the riffraff out.

It's a lot of hard work, so yesterday I thought I'd earn my keep by helping install a couple of corner posts.

Steady, steady...  

Clearly I brought some much-needed muscle to the table.

My major contribution was hauling a five gallon bucket of water about the length of a football field.  I grunted and heaved the whole way (water is heavy, people!) and slopped that bucket down, waiting for some praise at my hard work.  Instead I got a variation of "bless her heart" and "what the H is she doing" looks.  

Apparently we didn't need any more water.

But to their credit they dumped out what they had and used the water I had schlepped over.

I've since decided that fence building is NOT my calling.  I don't think it's his, either, but for some reason he didn't see the need to mention that nearly as much as I did...