Well, I haven't been here much, because I've been on my roof. Yes, you heard that right, my ROOF! Now, I wasn't going to blog about this, because me getting on the roof wasn't a pleasant interaction between my husband and I. He was frustrated and I was frustrated. I'm pretty sure he never got why I was frustrated. But, I did understand him and decided it was in the best interest of our long term relationship if I helped. I had no desire to share this whole incident with anyone, because I really was not happy about it. Never once in my entire life have I had a desire to redo a roof - NEVER! Never once in my life was I asked if I would like to help redo a roof... but I digress.

After reconsidering though, I decided I'd write this entry just to let you all know that I am now fairly confident walking on the roof, and am quite adept at a nail gun. But, I guess what blessed me most is that my husband has been telling his friends that I've been up on the roof with him, using the nail gun. So, I at least feel appreciated.

One friend told me that her husband said to her, "I'm way impressed. You are handy and I wouldn't expect you to get on the roof." This is my friend that decides her kids need a new kid sized table, goes out and buys the supplies, and completely builds one that day.

I am now not too bad and the table saw and nail gun. I'm scared to think of what adventure my husband will send me on next....