If you're familiar with my book TOUGH CHICKS, then it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that I like to build things. I'm better at destroying things, but building comes in at a close second. My latest project - a retaining wall! The hard part was not the wall itself, laying and leveling bricks is easy cakes. Re-grading this section of my yard and putting in drainage was the hard part. It was a lot of digging. Of the three chick characters in my book, we have Penny, Polly and Molly. I'm Molly - the one who likes mud. Over the past couple of months, I've been waking up early, sucking down coffee, and DIGGING! Let me make this clear - no one helped me. I've learned to not let my husband, Lee, breeze by at the final stages of my projects and place a few bricks or nails, therefor allowing him to take partial credit for the end result after I've done all the backbreaking work.
I'm the one who has painted every wall in my house, planted every plant in the yard. Lee does help at times. As you may recall, I'm accident prone. I've scalded half the skin off my hand just making a cup of tea. Out in the yard, I've crushed my fingers with an erratic ax butt and dropped numerous things on my poor, abused toes. For obvious reasons, Lee is in charge of ALL cutting power tools and anything that requires going up high on a ladder.
I'll admit, when we first got married I had delusional fantasies of the two of us fixing up our little fixer-upper house. Little did I know, I did not marry a handy dude. He hates working in the yard and doing any kind of domestic repairs or maintenance. He loves going to to the gym and working out, so he certainly does not object to activity in general. We still live in our little unfixed fixer-upper. It has provided me with an abundance of projects and injuries and marital spats over the years. Who can ask for more?