Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Before proceeding please tune your tiny violins because

I have a nasty sore throat and a swimmy head.

Somebody call the whambulance.

In other news...

I lied.

Not intentionally, but I lied.

Actually,

it was just a matter of getting carried away.

I boldly declared that we were 

DONE

with demolition.

Not so.

After having the concrete cutter(s) come do their thing,

Mr Mossi, with some much appreciated help from Marf,

broke up and pulled out the concrete to clear the way for 

the new drain pipes that we'll be installing.

Here are a few pics and then I'm off to bed...

right after I down a dose of NyQuil.

This man...

he's awesome at swingin' that sledge hammer and breakin' up all that concrete.

It's hard to do.

But he's pro at doing hard stuff.

Ry helped out a lot and Dean had a great time workin' with our boy.

 Saturday we are planning on another family work day and 

we'll have plenty of help getting all his outta the basement and into the dumpsta. 

This is Ry's collage from working with Dad on Saturday.

I had a baby shower, shopping, laundry and various other distractions that 

kept me from doing a whole lot of helping and I felt bad about that.

But I'm over it now.

So, we ARE offcially DONE with demolition.

Well...except for gettin' the chunks up and out and in the dumpsta.

G'night.