Eugene and the Box of Nails

Who needs a love life when there's so much work to do?Nothing is getting in the way of this tiny house build.Not my tiny budget.Not my tiny stockpile of supplies.Not the tiny question of legality concerning the practice of sneaking materials out of the dumpster on my neighbour's construction site.Not the tiny snowflakes threatening to fall sooner than I am prepared for them.Definitely not Cullen, the not-so-tiny foreman on the construction site with his amazing shoulders, kind eyes, and inexplicable interest in taking me on dates and feeding me.Wait. Maybe that last one, but just for the afternoon…then I'm right back on task, because building an entire house, of any size, from recycled materials is no tiny feat.So imagine my shock when, every time I leave the site, I come back to find someone has been there while I was away. They haven't taken anything. Instead, they're putting up walls and roof joists and leaving behind festive decorations.Have I been the victim of tiny construction elves?