deck update

We moved into our house 3 and a half years ago. And we should have stained our back deck 3 and a half years ago. But we didn't.

So this past weekend we decided that it was time. And we spent the entire day on Sunday (me: 9 hours and Ty: 11 hours) staining that son of a gun.

The worst and most terrible part of the whole thing was staining the spindles, or as Ty now calls them, "porch bitches." Around hour 7 he told me, "If I end up in Hell, this will be my punishment. I'll be staining 'porch bitches' for the rest of eternity. Every time I turn around, they won't be finished yet." 

But alas, after 11 hours, 1 bowl of spilled stain, gallons of sweat, a butt splinter, and lots of complaints, it was finally finished.

Did you get a good look at all those spindles? I mean, seriously.

After we let the stain dry a couple days, we put everything back where it belongs.

And then a bird promptly pooped on it and ruined the whole thing.

It looks soooo much better!

And I hope it doesn't have to be redone for many many years.

xoxo, wife.