Two words: Roofing Sucks.

Now I know why most roofers are alcoholics (my apologies for wrongly accusing the 2 roofers in the world that aren't). I've spent the last three days tearing off the old roof on the garage (filled a 3 yard dumpster), laying tar paper, prepping flashing (oh yeah - discovered that my contractor who build our wrap around arbor/pavilion never installed any flashing and for some unknown reason - oh Budweiser perhaps - he cut the old flashing willy nilly - thanks!). Tomorrow I get to the pay off - Install new flashing and roll out the new roof.

Here's the pisser though - I can't show off my work to anyone. How the hell do you say "Hey, I know you're busy and all, but wanna climb up and check out my new roof??" Okay, that would work for some of my friends - if I promised them a cold one once we were up there, but most folks aren't that interested...

At the same time that I am doing the new roof, we've scheduled that Pool People to re-plaster and re-tile our pool. Now, if you've never done this before, which I hadn't, you might be interested to know that they use a lot of JACK HAMMERS... ALL DAY LONG... So now, I'm covered in cold tar, the house has nice fine layer of plaster dust and we're all deaf. Which reminds me... I haven't seen the cats. This just might have put them over the edge...

And here's what used to be my pool:

The following funny courtesy of Gretchen. You're so buggable.