On the menu for this weekend: more demolition!

Our house is on a quarter-acre lot. Most of the yard space is on the front and right side of the house. Along with lots of storage space in the basement, there is also a detached garage and a gigantic shed in the back. The shed is about double the size of the average shed but curiously only has a single door, not the double barn doors that could accommodate a lawn mower or other equipment.

We have no idea what this could have been built for. Given the patch-it-instead-of-fix-it-right-the-first-time technique found throughout the house, I highly doubt it was a workshop. I don't get the impression that anyone handy lived here. Ever. Perhaps a chicken coop? Studio? Place to stash the dead bodies? Evil scientist's lair?

Here's the shed in question:

See how huge it is compared to Branden? There's no need, people.

H-U-G-E. It takes up a massive chunk of the backyard. And that is yard space that a certain jumbo pooch would love to have to frolick in, eat sticks, and poop on.

Enter the rented dumpster:

Since we've got that bad boy just until the middle of next week, we figured we should fill 'er up. The plan is to cut into the shed and rip it all down on Sunday (with help!). I will probably be hanging out with the pup, maybe sanding and painting that cruddy picnic table and benches you can see in second picture of the shed. Or weeding and trimming hedges. Or daydreaming. What I mean to say is, I'll be finding other ways to be helpful while completely avoiding taking down a large-ish structure with sledgehammers and saws or carting the rusty nail-encrusted pieces to the dumpster. Since I find new ways to accidentally hurt myself every day, this project is a trip to the ER just waiting to happen for me. No thanks!

Here it is from the front of the house, looking up the side of the yard:

That will be just green space once the shed is down. I can't wait to see how much it will open up the yard when it's gone. Fingers crossed for no major (or minor) injuries!