I can see the blue tarp on the roof through my ceiling fixtures.

Because irony is fun, we’ve become one those houses you drive by and say, “Why the hell are they re-roofing the house now?  They should’ve done it back in the summer.  Idiots, it’s supposed to rain tonight.”  And it did.  The weatherman was very wrong; it poured.  Luckily they did put that tarp down so no worries.

Roofing is noisy; this probably isn’t a breaking news story for you, but it’s the truth.  Because the sound is equivalent to a chorus line of tap dancing oafs, I assumed I’d probably have to Buspar Molly.  After all, I had to take a couple Xanax myself.  We have one of those lil cat trees which we affectionately refer to as the “hidey”.  So while the roof trolls were tap dancing their way atop the computer room, I turned to find Molly fast asleep in the top ring of her hidey.  Clearly Moll must be well adjusted.

Cocktail waitresses, strippers and roofers: No fatties allowed, and for good reason.

Wanna hear a really bad and yet kinda funny joke?

Knock at the door
I answer the door
The roofing guy asks, “Are we making too much noise?”