When last we saw Bossy’s house it looked like this:
(note the beautiful shutter color.)
So Bossy decided to design a new porch for the house she’s already lived in for seven long years — longer sometimes when Bossy’s son sneezes in the basement and Bossy screams, “Bless you!” while sitting on the john in the second floor bathroom.
That photo is Evidence A in the case against the funky discolored denture bricks that were on Bossy’s house when she bought it. Which is also the reason she decided to paint those bricks white fifteen minutes after the moving truck backed out of her driveway.
Next Bossy’s husband secured a platform and a couple of posts. Then it was up to Bossy to decide what kind of a pitch Bossy wanted for her porch roof. Meanwhile the only thing Bossy knows about pitch is the pitcher of margaritas Bossy is going to consume while sitting on that fecking porch.
To help with the confusion Bossy’s husband nailed up a simple frame to act as an example roof, and Bossy and her mother stood in the driveway and
criticized him lovingly proffered their opinions.
Bossy will keep you posted.