Big Helper

I've got to get to bed but I will share a quick story. And it's not even census. Mike and I were both off Thur and part of Fri. He made me work. We had an old shed that we have been wanting to get rid of for over 20 yrs but part of the problem was that it was old and ugly and beat up but it still provided shelter. Now that we have storage under the house and a garage, we decided to get rid of it. When Mike and I do projects like this it always reminds me of helping my dad when I was about 5 yrs old. Mike and I would each have different ends of the same board. He would go east and I would go west. You get the picture. I always remind him what a big helper I am. My job was to unscrew the screws that were in the shed. Mike thought he was going to do that but I stole his power drill. And then there were a few large nuts and he had to get his brand new drill for it. Yep, I got to use his brand new tool. I don't think he had even used it yet. I scared him good when I acted like I was dropping it. The poor guy just about had a heart attack.