Sigh, our internets are still slow. We are plugged directly into the cable modem now in case somebody was stealing our wireless bandwidths but that didn't help. I guess next thing is to try a new cable modem.
I have to say that having slow internets kind of takes the joy out of blogging... too much waiting for the Mango.
Today Master invited two more tool guys to come over and help. I could tell right away that at least one of these guys might need some instructions in tool safety (where does he find these people).
It seems that the watchyacall joists are too big for Master and Rick to left by themselves. However, having observed Master "at work" I conclude that the real problem is that poor little Rick can't lift them himself.
Apparently it all worked out in the end because when Momma came home, the barn had the floor for the second story all laid down.
Meanwhile, Momma decided that learning how to shake hands was not good enough and she wants me to learn the high fives. This command is confusing for the Mango. Is she saying "talk to the hand?"
What do you think of the artfully placed slobbers on my large and shapely head?
Eventually, I'd had enough of her waving that dumb hand in my face and smacked it down. Turns out that was what she wanted all along. Who knew?
I think that's about enough of that for now.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!