Today it was take your wife to work day, so I hopped into the dumpy Ford Ranger with the missing door handle and joined my husband in a fun filled day installing a furnace. This was in a 2nd floor apartment and all the ductwork needed to be installed through the ceilings, which necessitated someone needing to crawl around in the attic and mess around with the fiberglass insulation. Since I was the one with the least seniority, I was nominated and since hubs was the only one voting, guess who ended up rolling around in insulation? That stuff may look like cotton candy, but it's pure evil. It gets down in your clothes, gets inhaled in your lungs and itches like crazy. I was pretty happy to finally get home and take a shower, but I still feel pokey all over and I think my face is covered in microscopic fiberglass scratches since it feels like it's sunburned or something. Oh, and I also found out that people hide their X-rated dvd's in their attics.