One of the ways we sold the new house on the ladies was to promise them one bad ass swingset. After much deliberation, we finally settled on one…and then learned it’d be 4 weeks before it arrived. Boo hiss. Then the day was finally here, yay!! The swingset dudes set out to set it all up while I watched and worked from my office. Then I saw them stop and stare. For like a really long time. Just staring. Hmmm, I wondered, what in the world could be the issue? Then I saw it. The rock wall being supported by um, 12 small little square wood pieces in order to make it level to the back. For realzies? Me thinks not. So I wonder out. And was granted the lovely task of coming up with a solution to level the dang thing. So off I skipped stomped off to Home Depot. 6 lumber boards, a box of deck nails and 12″ of height later, we had a level swingset. Sorta. Lets just say I’m happy we know a good landscaper that will be here pronto to level out a new piece of land. {sigh}. However, the squeals that erupted from my two little ladies the second they spotted it was worth every bit of aggravation…and where we saw imperfection, they saw pure joy. Add it to the forever long list of reasons I freaking love those girls….
