Jan 13, 2013
My Roommate, the Handyman.
My roommate thinks he's Handy Manny and is tearing up all the damn floors to put in wood flooring. My place literally smells like a glue factory and the dogs are hiding and refuse to come out. Plus we've decided to open up some windows to let out the smell and now I am cuddled up with three fleece blankets, two pairs of socks, a long-sleeve shirt, a sweatshirt and I'm sitting here debating gloves.
I have never been more grateful for indoor heating and sunshine.