So Friday night while most normal kids were hitting Happy Hour, the Martineaus were in their grubbies heaving two-by-fours, slabs of drywall and panelling with wild abandon into their rented dumpster. Forty five minutes later the yard was clear and the dumpster was full. It no longer looked like the yard was the local dump. We treated ourselves to the company of friends at Chile Verde. Oh, and a few margaritas to numb the aches!