I think we've been spending too much time together. And frankly, she just isn't pulling her weight. I have to do everything for her: fill, sand and now stain. Not to mention moving her back and forth in and out of the garage. She really is a tyrant.
What kind of friend lets you do all the work anyway? And after all my work, she will look beautiful, and me? Well, I'll be the worse for wear.
Yesterday, she upset me so with her insensitivity, I had to have a little cry. But then I got back up, dusted myself off (literally) and went back to work. I won't let some 100 year old oak boards get the best of me- no sir!