He used his charm - He persuaded me - He begged - I finally gave in...I dug around and found my "toolbelt" and buckled it on for the first time in 2 years...
He was "one guy" short for a garage He is building. "Please".. He said.
I spent the morning on top of a 9 foot ladder - "flipping" 24 foot trusses with a 4/12 pitch... all 23 of them (including the gable ends)
I discovered a couple things along the way...
1. I am out of shape.
2. "Hammared" isn't as funny when you're talking about the actual tool.
3. That flab that jiggles under my arm - really is flab - not loose muscle as previously thought.
4. I am out of shape
5. Even hairspray doesn't keep your bangs "up" when you are sweating like a "little piggy"
6. I am out of shape
I should have brought a camera along to post a pic.
It will be interesting to see how high I can lift my arms tomorrow....He might have to rub soothing oils all over my body.....