Visual evidence of last Thursday's attic-ladder installation extravaganza! Here we see me holding the attic ladder in place with my head. Milo is in the attic getting his nail on, um, on. There are two things worth noting about me here:

1. I'm clearly wearing a shirt that is too tight by any reasonable standard. This is to show off my rippitude. Sadly, I am not yet ripped.
2. My ass is normally quite extraordinary, but for some reason my jeans are all clenched up such that I look like a fat woman in stretch pants wandering aimlessly through Walmart in search of the Swiss Roll That Got Away.

The amusing front side, featuring me smiling like an idiot. I did not actually get that shirt in Colorado. I got it at Old Navy. I am a poseur.