Write about: the repairman. Or repairwoman. Whichever.
Kat's dad helped me take the front door off this morning. It is currently residing in their garage, with two coats of primer on it. The plan is to get two coats of paint on there tomorrow and then return it to its rightful place at the front of our house either tomorrow night or Tuesday morning, depending on drying times.
Until then, we have a lovely sheet of plastic for a front door.
We babysat a friend's three year old son this evening so that they could go out for an anniversary dinner. He and Max have hung out before, so it didn't take them long to warm up to each other. Running around the table on the deck, playing with stickers, reading books... it was a pretty fun night for all.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"If you have to ask, I think I'll hire someone else for the job!"
"Touchy, touchy. I'd just like to hear precisely what you'd like taken care of so that I don't go above and beyond and you end up with a bigger bill than you were expecting."
"Oh. I see."
"Well, yes. I suppose so."
"Okay then! So, what seems to be the problem?"
"The gas stove in the downstairs kitchen began leaking late last night."
"And shortly after that... my house blew up."