Whenever I need a good 4x4 block of lumber at the local building supplies store, your freckle face seems to greet me first. Whenever I notice your juicy bottom, I seem to be developing more wood than what I want to buy. Your bulging blue eyes make up for you dumb-founded stare that you seem to give when you have no clue what to do or say just attracts me to you more. Your long legs seem to stare at me back, but they're covered by tacky khakis. I anticipate building this deck in the fall so I can see you almost everyday. I've decided to send in a resume tomorrow, so I might be seeing you more than you'd like. I hope my fiance doesn't find out about this. —Woody