Just like a toothache, you gotta take care of busness!
After a year and a half, and hundreds of hours, I trotted out to the garage this morning with my prayer beads, one hymnal, and an old beat up tithing plate to put my shiney body on the frame. I do all this because I'm the Lone Ranger on this project and I need all the help I can get.
Joyce walked out, took one look, choked a little,and escaped back to the house!
If you think I wasn't slightly stressed, check out the next photo during THE LIFT
I think there must of been an earthquake, I wasn't shaking that bad.......was I?