Following being personally tested in the garden of the postholes and Merrin creating a store on the first day, I think we’ve both come to realize the intensely religious connection that can develop from insanely physical labor.
For example, we spent the better part of 15-minutes tonight just praying that the remote control would move close enough that one of us might reach it with a foot, saving us from actually extending an arm.
Please, I beg you, no one call us tonight. We want to talk to you, I promise. It’s just that the cordless phone is all the way over there.