Fugawetribe

Mom decided that we needed a new shed. Not that the old shed wasn’t protecting our stuff and not that we’d acquired more stuff. But with the prospect of being away over the winter we needed  new shed because our old shed was insufficient. Besides, we could acquire more stuff and put in it.

Discretion being the better part of self-preservation, I told Mom  to get whatever she wanted. I’ve spent all day putting it together, of course with competent stupidvision and beer delivery. It’s big. It’s huge. It’s like a hangar.

You could put an entire flying saucer in there and never notice.