My patio is cracked and dips slightly in the middle. I figured this was a repair for another time, considering, but the second night my mom was here, she decided to walk the dog in the dark, caught her toe on a crack, and did a total face-plant in the concrete.
Not good.
Once we determined that she'd walked away from the incident with nothing more serious than bruises and a lower lip the size of Rhode Island, there were a few tasteless, "Sit down and let me get that for you or I'll smack you again" jokes, but it was evident this little chore needed to be moved off the back burner before there was a repeat.
So, when you have a little cement left over from the side of the house, it makes sense just to quickly patch that landmine, right?
How's it look?
Really? Look closer.
Uh huh.
Yet another reason they don't make tool belts for cats.
3 comments:
*snickering* That is cute but frustrating. Glad your mom is ok!
Oh no! Thank goodness your mom is alright. Battling cement is no fun.
Unless you're a cat, apparently. :)
~Chelsea
I'm scheduling my deck staining project for when the cats are asleep.... INSIDE! *smiles*
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