Who be throwin' bricks at me?

A good friend of mine, J__, tells this hilarious story about a friend of hers who lives in SE DC. This friend went to the grocery store one day, and was in the checkout line with several other people. A middle-aged woman wearing a large mumu was in the line also. She stepped up to the belt to put her items on, and a whole ham rolled out from under her dress. Everyone in the line froze to see how she would react- she slowly turned around to face the other people in line, and said "Who be throwin' HAMS at me?", turned back around and checked out as if nothing had happened. Any time J__ is persuaded to tell this story at a party, people say it to each other for hours. The story is much better when J__ tells it, but you get the gist.

Anyway, I was tasked with letting Aaron know when he had banged the basement windowsill in far enough. It was a pretty tight fit, and he had to bang pretty hard. He was banging away, and suddenly, the brick under the window started to give way, and shot 3/4 of the way out of the wall. The only thing that held it back was the two coats of elastomeric masonry paint I had slapped on there last month! It was pretty good I had done that, b/c I would have had a brick to the head otherwise! As we were replacing the brick (thanks to a neighbor for all of those tuck-pointing and masonry tips), Aaron picked up the brick and said "Who be throwin' bricks at me?", thus the name of the post for you housebloggers. Here is a picture of the basement sill. Aaron ended up banging it in a little farther after I took the picture (with me carefully holding in the brick), but you get the general idea.




Aaron found that he had to do some epoxy wood repair on the area over our bedroom window, so he completed that and will try to finish up the rest of the repair while he waits on the fridge tomorrow afternoon. 3.5/4 ain't bad for the weekend, especially with me fighting a cold.