We'd redone the entire garden.
We'd built a landing pad for NASA spaceships.
In short, we had done all the big jobs on The House that you can do without losing your wallet, patience or sanity. Actually, buying a fixer-upper house and fixing it up ourselves proved I never had any sanity in the first place.
So after months and months of work--finally!--we had a day where there wasn't any work to do on the "time and money sucker" I mean, "my beautiful House". When the thermometer hit 95 degrees I jumped in the pool for some freestyle, some back stroke and some butterfly stroke which looked more like a "sick moth with influenza" stroke. Out of breath I grabbed a hold of the side of the pool and gasped twice. Once to get air into my lungs, once at seeing the sagging bricks.
Then I did what any insane person would do--I jumped back in the pool and swam more laps. I wanted to be underwater and wet then the aliens landed because maybe it would make them want to help us fix up The House. Nah... They're too sane to do that.