"What are you building?" my honey's elderly aunt asked.
That isn't what you want to particularly hear during construction. I was hoping more for..."Wow! What a manly workshop you've got going!" *small sigh*
However my honey chirped, "A church with a steeple!" Yes, it did look a spire; that or a redneck-hillbilly lighting rod. "Nah, it's going to be a workshop slash garage," he beamed from the top of his ladder.
Now it's a workshop slash GARAGE?
Aunt Bessie who was raised on a large farm just 4-5 miles away from Old Sweetwater, squinted. Then she turned her gray-haired head this way and that, and said sweetly, "Well, I am sure it will be nice when you're done."
She shuffled off and I trudged back inside to the drawing board a-gain. I also poured me another bowl of Cheerios with almonds.