One of the biggest eyesores of this house
is was the mailbox. I don’t know who put it in or when, but I’m sure they were pretty proud of it at the time. I’m not sure if it was a high school welding project or just a weekend warrior project gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Feast your eyes:
For Hubby’s birthday, my parents got him a new mailbox to follow suit with his vision. We finally got around to installing it today. Sure, there are more important things to do around here, but sometimes you just have to take care of a small project that will provide lots of satisfaction.
First, the old mailbox had to come out. We figured a chain and a truck would likely do the trick.
After a few tugs…
It pulled loose:
Hubby decided to drag it to the trash can instead of carrying it.
Pretty exciting stuff for a Sunday morning, I know. After a little digging, a little concrete, and a little leveling, we have a new mailbox. And boy, is it purdy!
All before the Broncos game started!