The Mr. has been working in the garage lately. I’ve been helping, in a supervisory capacity.

So has the dog.

This is apparently what I thought was appropriate garage attire.

Please note the nasty slip-on shoes. Very important. And the zip-up hoodie. At least I was wearing jeans.

It’s also very important to wear jewelry when you’re in a garage. Trust me on this.

And yes, for those who are wondering, we have a recliner in our garage. And a TV. I’ll have to do a full-on Garage Post at some point. We are livin’ the high life out there.

By the end of the night, the dog’s ears were dusty from being dragged on the floor. When she sniffs, it’s not nose-to-the-grindstone, it’s ears-on-the-floor. That’s also how they become crusty with food particles and other unmentionables, but we won’t go there today.

The Mr. looked like this.

Not the worst I’ve seen, but bad enough.

And I looked pretty much the same. This supervising stuff is rough.