Habitat For Humanity = Pain...

Mr. D and I went house building yesterday. It was AWESOME (I'm not yelling, I'm emphasizing). We are sore and a little sunburned and totally happy. There's nothing like building a house to build your self-esteem.

I spent most of the day on a ladder with my arms over my head installing soffit. No I did not make that word up, that's what it's called. Yes, I know it's a valid concern because I do make words up. Soffit is that material under your eaves and overhangs. Eaves and over hangs are the sticky-outy parts of your roof.

As I was saying, I spent the day with my arms over my head. Here's a funny sideline: when you spend a lot of time with your arms over your head, they get tired but when you finally put them down they float up so you walk around looking like a zombie. Add the fact that you're sore from squatting to pick up heavy packages of shingles so you walk stiffly and are moaning from the pain and you really DO look like a zombie. It's quite comical.

Mr. D spent the day on the roof, roofing. He'd only ever done it once, when he was 15 so it was kinda new for him. He had a blast. They had to kick him off twice because he wasn't drinking enough water but as soon as they would let him, he was up there again.

The family whose home we were building were out there as well as a large group of people from his work. That made the experience even greater. So if you ever have the opportunity to help build a house, go do it.

Then when people ask what you did this weekend you can moan "ahhhhhhhh" before stiffly limping away.