It took eight long hours, but when we were done, the living room window at Bart's house was gone and a french door was in its place. The brick-wall-busting effort completely exhausted us. When the work fell only on Mason's shoulders, I took on some invading grass in the flower bed. By nightfall, we were both popping pills for the lower-back pain. And the job's not done yet... Thought: Maybe we DON'T want to build a house from scratch.