Yes, that would be me. I did not expect or plan to be hanging dry wall today, but that is exactly what I found myself doing. Hubby and George have been working on a couple remodeling projects together. The first job is, oh never mind, I don't want to bore you with unnecessary details. Today was the day agreed upon by Hubby and George to hang the dry wall in a garage/shop. Not WALL dry wall, but CEILING dry wall. George gave, what he thought was a very good reason why he could not be there today (nor apparently tomorrow, for that matter), leaving Hubby to do the job alone. He was more than willing to take me to the jobsite to help Hubby, however.
I am not inexperienced in hanging dry wall. In fact, I would be willing to bet that I have hung far more than the average woman. Approximately 12 years ago, we started what we thought would be a one-room remodeling job (kitchen) and over the course of four years ended up remodeling every single room in our house. Let me tell you, that translates to a lot of dry wall. Dry wall is also called sheet rock by some people. And sheet rock is a good name, because it feels like you are hanging sheets of rock---it's heavy!
But, with the help of a nifty lift, the job today was not that bad. Hubby and I just had to lift the 12' long piece of dry wall up onto the lift, which was then cranked up to the ceiling. Of course there was a lot of measuring, cutting out holes for the lights, gluing, and climbing ladders. It turned out to be a rather fun day. It's just that I knew that there were a few thousand other things I would rather be doing.