Oh joy of joys! Dream of dreams! How I LOVE to wake up at 7 AM to the sound of feet on the rooftop! Could it be Santa a few months late? Mary Poppins and her band of chimney sweeps?
Hell no! It is the roofers. So not only am I treated to the pitter-patter of grown men's footsteps at the wee early hours of the morn, I am treated to the ungodly sounds of shingles being ripped up after 19 years of not moving. And the feeling of apprehension to move into plan sight of the men. So I ran out, grabbed the nearest food from the kitchen and scurried back into my room. I'm sure they have people home all the time when they do this but I just find it weird.
I have to go and get ready for the f-ing dentist now. Boooooooooooo
1 comment:
umm hello, what about the half-naked men we got to stare at...hmm? delic
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