OK, so I have trusses, I have beams, I have wood, but most of all I have trauma. You see, we are moving out of the back half of our house. That means the furniture has to move out. Normally, this would never occur evidenced by the fact that the indentations in the carpet look like Noriega's face.
The beams are gigantic. Heavy. Nasty. It took me and a couple of boys to move them. My framer picked one up and threw it on his shoulder and moved it back to the back yard by himself. I swore quietly to myself. How can I be the man when he is the man. I can say that I moved all the furniture by myself. That was painful but nothing I own is as heavy as a beam. Not even my beam bag chair. Sorry. I had to.
So the trusses go up tomorrow and a hole will be agape in my roof. Should be a blast.
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