I’ve been workin’ this poor child like a plantation ni… ummm… slave.
Screening gravel, laying weed block, backfilling with gravel…
In another day or so, we’ll start slapping up the rails and pickets.
Here he is, deciding whether the rain will wait until the job is done:
Updated 28 June 2007:
Serena: Don’t kill him before we get there! Ian really wants to hear the two of you play a song for him!
LBQ: Ohhh…. [disappointed sigh] aaaall riiigggghhht.
The Almighty: thats very non pc
LBQ: Doing everything I can to make you proud of me!