Just when I thought fall was inevitable we were granted one more weekend of summer. I was in H-E-A-V-E-N! Taking full advantage of the unseasonably warm weather must have been a sign to get my rear in gear! I accepted the fact the house was not going to paint itself and the, "lawn boy," wasn't going to show up at my door ready to work (unless you call me convincing my hubby to let the ducks fly one more day my, "lawn boy."). Cue the stir sticks and drop clothes. See the before shot (left) of my cute little hacienda? Notice I left the address out of the photos in case their are any freakies out there reading (Think I'm kidding? Did you notice my blog followers? Not talking my cous or this cute blog by Gracie... I'm talking Celina (who I have blocked) who's blog is called Nude City. Yup. Porn. Not good stuff-bad, bad, bad.) Ok, where was I? Painting. Ya see good, free help is hard to find. But I must remember to not be too hard on the working hands. Lord knows I ain't climbing up here. But the nice weather gave us the opportunity to actually start AND FINISH a project. Praise be. (I forgot the after shot... tomorrow..?) But before you go calling me a, "drill sargeant," consider this. After the sunset I let my handyman/lawn boy relax by the fire. A picture perfect night with the absence of wind (and bugs) to grill dogs (not this dog, this dog) on the open fire. For the first time in a long time I sat completely still, listened to the crickets chirp, gazed up at the star filled atmosphere and sipped on a great glass of pinot noir. I thought to myself this is a perfect moment. I gazed over to tell my hubby, "thanks for all the hard work-I really appreciate it-you're pretty great," and here is what he had to say. Nice.