Bob called me on the phone to say: "I took a chainsaw to the wall of the house."
No preface. No context. Just: "I took a chainsaw to the wall of the house."
Okay, I'll bite. "On purpose?"
So he comes home with this picture of the slot he cut in the log wall for the interior wall he's framing up now. He could have said, "I started framing up the interior walls, sweet honey wife of mine; I cut a slot in the log wall and I'll bring you a picture for the blog. (By the way, have I told you how beautiful you are?)" But no. He opens the conversation with, "I took a chainsaw to the wall of our house." Bob, Bob, Bob.... don't you know I'm *thiiiiis* close to the edge as it is? I'm just barely hangin' on for my handcrafted log house in the woods so I can withdraw from society, wear prairie skirts and bring a second wife into the family to do the vacuuming.
Yes, I know I'm weird. I'm also fascinated with the show Big Love.
Where was I? Oh yes. Interior walls! Isn't this exciting?!
I know it looks like a board on the floor. Well, it is a board on the floor. But it's also the sill plate... base plate.... something that becomes the base of a framed up interior wall. Bob told me not to post it because it was boring and not blog-worthy. *snort* He obviously has a higher standard for this blog than I do. Plus, it's the beginning of a WALL. A real, honest-to-goodness interior wall! There's no stopping us now, baby! Next: a staircase! Woo-hoo!
Sorry. Did I get weird again?
Blame it on the overdose of Girl Scout cookies. Or spring. That works too.