That's what I was going to say but.... it came out a little differently.
I was talking to her boyfriend and he informed me that he could build a whole house by himself, so I didn't go up there and do any work for a while. After a while my daughter informed me that he couldn't tie his shoes and asked me if I would please come back " PLEASE COME BACK " I think was her exact request.
LOL This husband talked concrete to my dad, who always thought I was an idiot and treated me as such because women can't do this type of work. Of course I spent the better half of my childhood helping my dad.
So I just got off being up, after 36 hours of brutal surgery call. My hub, my dad and 1 of my hub's friends (aircraft mechanic, NOT concrete finisher) had 8 yards scheduled in for the buttcrack of dawn in my backyard. Thankfully my dad ordered a pump.
I got home ate a scrambled egg, slammed a beer and dozed off when my dad stood spluttering in front of me, screaming, "Do you KNOW WHAT HE DID?" I was having trouble surfacing to reality. What is my dad doing in my bedroom and who is the HE he is referencing? So my father explained, "HE WHEELBARROWED IT!" Meaning my hub's sole experience with concrete was being wheelbarrow crew!!!
I now had 8 yards of concrete in MY backyard drying into a modern art sculpture. That was my concrete swan song. I laid 8 yards that day, my father was to old and infirm to help much more than fresnoing it, after my hub sunk the god damn fresno at the steps after I had told him to leave it the fuck alone as the concrete wasn't ready yet.I then told the kids to keep an eye on him and if he touched anything toolish to get me.
I had planned on a lovely fan finish which I would have woken up in the nick of time to perform. I broomed that motherfucker and called it a day. My dad never said shit to me about my 'inability' as he had to ask me to do it LOL BOOM!
