psst...it's labor day.

It's 8 am. There's a swarm of bees buzzing around the bedroom. And someone's trying to hit them with a hammer. And someone else is using a table saw to build a trap for them. And...and...oh. Wait. Wake up.

It's just a swarm of painters, not bees, and they're not in my bedroom-they're across the driveway at the neighbor's.
Sanding. Sawing. Hammering.
These guys work seven days a week!

Didn't anyone ever tell them that Labor Day is supposed to be a day of not laboring?



C'mon, guys - take a day off, already! Because I can't stain my new deck today if you're sanding right next to it....

Happy holidays!