work. work. work.

Well the Evans went to Cali for two weeks which means I have a little more time to blog. Of course I miss those kids so... i'll blog about work.





Sometimes I'll come home with a hints of throw-up, blood, or worse on my clothes; but really don't I get to spend my days with the cutest kids ever?



And maybe there are days were Pat feels like he is framing on the surface of the sun, but how can he complain about a job site with that view!