I wish I could take credit for the progress we made on the shed this past weekend, but the truth of the matter is, I can’t. The extent of my involvement was limited to the food. I bought coffee and timbits in the morning, and pizza in the afternoon (I’m such a hard worker). As much as I wanted to be a team player, I couldn’t help but feel under qualified. And with two manly helpers (who knew exactly what they were doing), I figured “J” had all the help he needed.
Now, if he asks me to help him put the roof on next weekend, we might be in trouble.