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 ine...