As I type, I'm having a new driveway, 2 walkways and patio poured. The guys showed up at 7:00 AM ready to work, every tanned and muscled one of 'em wearing wife beater Tshirts, some w/tatoos. Young as hell, too. Time was when I would've been dressed in my finest, wearing full make up, hair done to perfection, ready to strut my stuff. That was then. Now... I was wearing mismatched pajamas, I had bed hair, no makeup and was wearing my favorite bacteria infested bedroom slippers. I handed one of the hotties my car keys to back my car out of the garage and park it where he feels it won't get splattered w/concrete. Then I slinked back into my house to take a shower. I imagine that they'll have a good story to tell their kids later on: "I remember the day we poured concrete at a house haunted by a hag who handed one of us the keys to her car and then disappeared".