There are men roofing on the house down the street. In the rain.
Ug.
I want to take them some warm soup and a bottle of Scotch.
But then they'd fall off and hurt themselves. I hope they're done soon and they can go home to a shower and dinner.
Sheesh. Sometimes the weather is just a bitch.
6 comments:
Roofers are the toughest men in the world. I swear. You should see roofers in Florida. In August.
Jesus.
So what IS that beautiful picture at the top of your page? It looks to me like a camellia of some sort. Is it? It is so gorgeous.
Yup, a camellia. They bloom before everything else. They're outrageous and silly and we love them.
Ha, sometimes the roofers are the bitch. I know - my brother is one.
I was hoping you'd send them my way since the ton of men outside my house have left.
love,
Rebecca
ps. That tomato soup was AMAZING.
O, I should have, Mz RK! Wet, drippy, cold men. Warmed by your hearth and home and tea and um, your other fine attributes.
XXX B
O, I should have, Mz RK! Wet, drippy, cold men. Warmed by your hearth and home and tea and um, your other fine attributes.
XXX B
Post a Comment