He Often Makes Me Happy...

...and sometimes he makes me really happy!

(I'm talking about this guy here:

Pretty cute, huh?)

Six and a half years ago, we moved into our present home. Our last house had a broken jacuzzi when we bought it, so we were rather pleased to see that this house had a jacuzzi. Well, as soon as we put our suits on and went out back to celebrate our home purchase we discovered our tendency to buy houses with broken hot tubs.

Ho hum...

Anyway, to make a long story short, we always had something better to spend money on than a jacuzzi repair bill and eventually the whole thing started falling apart and looking super trashy.

It's not much fun having a dilapidated behemoth in your back yard when friends come over to play croquet. In fact, it's downright embarrassing, especially once the wood paneling starts to peel off and the "leather" cover splits open to reveal the lovely foam pieces within.

The neighbors said that our home's former owner had rented a crane to install the beast by lifting it over the house into the backyard, so it was not going to be an easy task to get it out.

You may have guessed where this is all going...

...yesterday, Jeff, Tobias and our friend, Jake, slayed the mortifying monster, armed with sledgehammers, Sawsalls and that good old fashioned stuff known as a male's love for destruction. (I think that if they could have involved guns, martial arts movies and beef jerky it would have been a completely satisfying day for them.)

Just look at those smiles:



Behold the power of a Sawsall:





Yep, it'll fit in the truck now:


Get Tobias to toss the remaining rubble into a few garbage bags...


...and suddenly, you've got an empty cement pad where a hideous broken hot tub used to be:



It's so satisfying to know that there's a little less evidence of our slothdom on display.

Ah, yes...it's more soothing than a soak in a hot tub...