This fine Friday, having wasted half a day working, I'm relaxing with a few scotch flavored beverages, in preparation for a grueling weekend of laying out a bit of concrete work for my lady. She has a largish shed which is in imminent danger of falling down, and which is filled with goodies of the irreplaceable kind; mathoms in her time closet, so to speak. So I'm planning to build her a new shed on firmer ground; namely a 12' x 12' concrete pad. It turns out that it's cheaper to order premixed and delivered concrete, than to buy the bags of ready mix needed and mix them with water, one at a time. I'm all for that! :-D
Will Rogers never met me.