We have the bestest friends. The kind who not only let us crash at their place on short notice, but the kind of friends who dress shabbily to dinner (also on short notice) because they're going with you afterwards to paint, hang closet doors, help install a toilet, brave a crappy & loud drill, and whatever else it is that brings you into town to work. After work. Several hours away.
And the kind of friends who come over the next night, too, despite your protestations, because they've already done too much. And they totally rock it, way more than you.
And the kind who not only give you a key to their house, but decorate
it with the cutest array of ribbons tied together.* Yes, array.
T-cubed, yall are awesome, we can't say thanks enough.