Bevin, I suggested a plan to Ron yesterday on the phone.
Take the 2x4 and a roll of duct tape with you when you go to pick up the chiles. Bean him o'er the head, tape up the necessary bits, and toss his happy ass in the back of your van (presumably in such a manner that you don't alert other motorists or law enforcement). I safely assumed (and Ron confirmed) that there is no way in HELL Deb is going to drive to Telluride to fetch him, and I'm sure he can catch a ride home, right?
Deb has two strapping young men to help her move... plus her daughter and a two year old that's been eating for free now for 2 years and 9 months (put that child to WORK!). Ron is doing nothing other than drinking bloodies, beer and parking his decadent little self right here on the Forum. So you KNOW he's just in the way.
She'll forgive him in no time... plus I saw this little ditty in the "Man Code" book once (I snuck a peek):
''tis better to beg forgiveness than ask permission"
So there you have it. Besides, if Ron KNOWS this is happening, he'll hurry and get as much done today and tomorrow as possible, in an effort to mitigate Deb's anger and shorten the length of the "dry spell"... if you know what I mean. (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
So see? Easy-peasy... Get on it boys!
xoxo