I've had two men in my basement for 4 weeks now. No, they're not tied up. They are there of their own free will. I promise.
Things are shaping up nicely on the reno - Maggie the Cat is back on my lap all day, though she shoots deathray looks when Steve comes upstairs, and runs when Kevin arrives. Both men believe JoJo is a lie; she is a phantom who comes out only after they've left for the day.
There is a dumpster in my driveway (no, I'm not telling you where I live; I do not want that ugly couch you're trying to ditch in my dumpster), and many secrets and dusty forgottens are being unearthed in the basement. If anyone needs anything, just let me know. I'm sure I have one - or seven.
Steve came up this morning and asked me if I had any Vaseline. I swear I only hesitated for a moment, but in that moment, he looked straight at me and said, "don't worry, we're not playing construction brokeback down there."
And I just sit here working away...