A couple of weeks ago, Mare and I went to supper at the pub and this happened.
Me: So I was thinking...
Me: Stop. This is a good thing. I was thinking that we should rebuild my front porch--
Mare: The front porch?! The one we just rebuilt?!
Me: That was five years ago.
Mare: Okay, the one we just rebuilt five years ago.
Me: We didn't really rebuild it. That's an exaggeration. We just replaced the porch posts.
Mare: And ripped out the walls so it wasn't closed in.
Me: Well, yeah...
Mare: And screened it in.
Me: Part of it. Which I was never really sure about.
Mare: So take out the screen panels. [Which is possible; he built it so the screen panels are inside the porch posts and could be removed fairly easily.]
Me: I'd like to do more than that...
Mare: I thought you said this was a good thing.
Me: It is. It totally is. We can tear off that porch and rebuild it to the original dimensions. It would look a lot better.
Mare: It would be a lot of work. The original porch had a mansard roof.
Me: Exactly. So this one looks weird. It's too big.
Mare: It kinda is...You know, I rebuilt the porch on my house down the street back to the original dimensions using the marks on the house.
Me: And you did that on the Captain's House out south of town, too. Same thing.
Mare: That is an awesome porch.
Me: It is. My porch could be awesome too.
Mare: I'll have to think about this...
[Insert dramatic foreshadowy music here. Like maybe this.]