BF could have made lovely quilt boxes in about 20 minutes. Unfortunately he was working the overnight shift last week and this week he is hunting sunup to sundown. He built a lovely guinea chateau last weekend so they're out in the chicken coop, but protected from the big kids and their own stupidity. I was told during the building of that "please go away, I don't need your kind of help. I'll call you when I need help carrying it out to the coop."
There's another story there, for you.
About my adulting skills.
So the guinea chateau is about 3.5 feet tall. It's hard to bend down into it, so you basically have to go over the top and in. I had to do this a few times to do things like put shavings in, etc. At one point I was trying to get back out and I felt the back of my pants catch, but then they released so I didn't think anything of it. When I was done moving the guineas in I ran into the house, undressed and threw my clothes into the washer, and then took a shower. The next day I worked and I had to be somewhere really soon after the biddies went to bed. I ended up working a bit late, so I was in a flurry and right before the biddies all went to bed I ended up getting pooped on. And not one of those "just brush it off" poops, either. That Rhode Island Red managed to poop down the back of my neck - where the jacket sticks out about an inch from the neck? Yeah, she deposited a nice squishy turd right in there. So, I didn't have time for this, but I had to go take an emergency shower. Upon getting out of the shower I had to get dressed, and quickly, and my first thought was that there was an entire outfit already in the dryer from the day before. So I put that on and went out into town.
The next day was similar, had to be back somewhere right after nightfall. I had only worn the previous day's pants a few hours so I figured I'd just grab them and put them on since they were "clean." When I went to grab them I saw that the butt part was split at the back pocket from where it had caught on the guinea chateau Sunday night.
So basically Monday I was out in public with my butt hanging out and wearing an "I love _____" (a specific town in Utah that is also a primarily nocturnal, large, semi-aquatic rodent) shirt.