We’re getting new windows put in today and tomorrow, and if I had been clever at all I would have taken pictures of the windows before so that the after pictures would have some context and meaning. Sigh. I am not at all clever.
As it is, I can’t even regale you with tales of how hot and/or shirtless the workers are, because (a) I am at work all day while they are here, and (b) I hear that they are not hot in the least, but are rather toothless gorms.
Of course, that’s exactly what you’d expect my husband to say, isn’t it? They must be REALLY hot. I’d better call in sick tomorrow just to make sure.
And of course I would not do such a thing. But if I did, I can guarantee you that I would not be an ultra-maroon and end up like this guy.