After the crews left early this afternoon, Dave thought he would put down some ice and water shield on some exposed areas of roof sheathing because rain is expected this weekend.

He goes zipping past me as he headed downstairs saying: I wonder if I have any roofing nails?

He comes up with this rusty old, web-covered paint bucket saying: Look what we have here!

For those who wouldn’t recognize the handwriting…it’s my dad’s. Neither of us know how or when.

Happy weekend!