I figured I'd just start this entry Right Now.

First, A says he'll work on getting the black stuff up off the entryway floorboards so we can prep it for the new tiles. Next thing I know, he's got a wonderbar and the shop vac up here. Now, V and A are collaborating on a project involving her new circular saw, the floorboards in my entryway and something called a "ghetto blade lock."

I'm overhearing things like:
"Hey, how do we tell which way the blade goes?"
"You're not measuring that, are you? Wuss."
"As unlikely as it is that I will chop my toes off..."

Me, I'm just going to stay in here, typing on the computer and eating my Rocky Road ice cream until it's time to grab my keys and barrel the 1.7 miles to Shawnee Mission Medical Center.

I mean, even if everything is fine, I still have to endure the sounds of splintering wood at my front door. Sounds like that do not make Cancerian Druid Bunnies happy at all, even with the promise of a lovely tiled entryway to sweep.

Oh...they're back to pounding away at the wonderbar again. And there's thumping.

eep.