this morning, our fearless leader mike popped out the side door of the house and told us how psyched he was that he could trust us to handle the concrete on our own. michael, magen, corinto and i looked at each other, like, “is he talking to us?”
he was. apparently, now we know concrete. in the words of magen tracy, “it kind of made my day.”
corinto posing with the rebar for our concrete