Last week, Terry cleaned up the entire fire pit in the woods and re-positioned some of the pavers that weren't being cooperative with all the work done down there.

Today, while bobcatting (that's not a real word, by the way) the mulch down to the woods, he ran over the brick at the fire pit. (That's probably not a really grammatically correct sentence either) A lot of naughty words came out of his mouth when he realized he had to rebrick (again a made up word, I'm guessing) that area. The darn biting fly that had a crush on him probably didn't help his demeanor.

Below: The happy couple practicing for the big event.

They will be dancin' up a storm come Saturday! Somehow I think it won't be traditional (read: old people) dancing!