Need proof? Need proof that I am the world’s most amazingly hard-working, brick-laying Mama Boe? Do ya? Huh?
What would it take to make you believe it, other than the staged photograph above?
How about THIS staged photograph?
Actually, it isn’t staged, but what it IS, is my favorite pair of gardening gloves that apparently are not interchangeable for paver-laying gloves. That thar is leather that’s been worked clean through to my widdle fingers.
Look at how menacing that simple hand becomes when you curl the fingers just a little bit. Rrraaaarrrr!
Sorry. I don’t spend a lot of time with adults, clearly.
We got a lot farther on laying the bricks for the floor of the patio today, My Captain and I. He finished the base layers of rock and sand, and I did the laying.
I was the layer.
He asked me to take charge of laying.
He did the prep work and I finished the lay-job.
Nope, there is no way I can word that, that it doesn’t sound dirty.
But, (cough), turns out I am the best layer he’s ever known.
Ba Dum Bum!
Exit, stage left!