It was Brandon's job to get the lights started in the corner. As much as he likes scampering around on the roof like a squirrel on Red Bull, he did not like this part.
Which meant that Rick got to do the rest of the lights by himself.
Jacob figured it was his job to re-arrange the ladders. He's pretty good at it.
Whew, everyone made it down off the ladder with no bloodshed!
Are you sensing that Jacob has a new favorite shirt? It's been a part of the daily load of laundry for the past few days. But there was no framing involved when sand was smeared allover a certain boy and a certain house, since said boy was wearing the evidence on his shirt, in his hair, on his face, down his pants...
