Titan-ic Battle

I am victorius. The Titan struggled to the end, even throwing me off Tuesday night in a last-ditch effort to overcome my certain carpenterial victory. As I lined up the screwholes for the F@#$ing “Discovery Mountain” stairs in the back, the cruel bitch let go as I stood on it and sent me ass-over-tea kettle, four feet onto my head.
I somehow managed to avoid ramming my head into anything but soft earth and rolled out in a somersault like a Makita-wielding ninja. Dirty, but unhurt. I worked on…
Wednesday night, we raised the beam for the swingset with a lot of head scratching and cursing as we had to line up about 10 bolt holes oner the length of a 10-foot beam over uneven ground in the dark. By 11pm the swings were up and “tested.”
All told, I think it took nearly 40 hours to raise the Titan from a collection of 8, 10, and 12 foot boards, 9 boxes of screws, a bunch of carriage bolts, and every curse word in a few languages. Goodnight!