Victory is Mine ... I Mean His

When Arnon and I first bought our house, I made a list of all the things I wanted to build. He made a list of everything he wanted to destroy. In fact, just as soon as we got the keys to the house, he picked up a sledgehammer and started knocking down the patio cover in the backyard. Not only was it an eyesore, it was home to countless carpenter bees. Yick.

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Once the patio cover was torn down, Arnon decided to attack the giant bush in the backyard. Unfortunately, it had some nasty roots. Arnon did his best to remove as much as possible with a shovel, pickax, sledgehammer, and crowbar, but ultimately our electricians had to use a jackhammer and a giant drill with a corkscrew tip to remove the last stubborn root.

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I complain a lot about Arnon's proclivity for senseless destruction, but this time around, I'm happy with the results.