Hey there! Its been a while, I know. But the weather calmed down for a minute this weekend, and unfortunately I was dying. From some strange stomach thing, and on my fake death bed I asked my husband, "can...can you.....can you please work on the trailer?..." and then I fell asleep into a coma of pepto, advil, and zzquil. After waking on Sunday feeling slightly better, my husband had ventured out into the trailer and pulled down a wall of the paneling. And even though the trailer looks like a berseker it's self went through it, I am stoked that something got done on my baby. For almost two month I have been seeing it with a sort of sad mournful/hopeful look in my eye.
So i'm ecstatic that SOMETHING got done on it at all. So to my husband thank you and i honored him with pork chops. haha here are some picture updates :)
Sorry for the fuzzy picture, i was dance around the baby man to get one.
but there it is the wall my husband took the paneling off of. (i think he left it up to me to take the insulation out.)
A la paneling.
The baby man child himself, very stoked about the missing wall.
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