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You know when you have one of those days when everything goes wrong and you just can't win no matter what?
My day was like that. And it ended with me on my back, an inch deep in stucco-slippery mud from head to foot. I stared up at the bright blue sky, feeling the wet mud slowly seeping through the back of my clothes.
The sky darkened. It was the contractor. Unlike the snickerers around me, he was as solemn as a grandfather clock.
"You know," he opined, "very few roofers can get away with pink sweatpants."
I shook my head and it felt strange. Actually, it was quite a difficult thing to do when my hair is embedded with quickly hardening cement/mud. When in a bad position being snarked at, snark back.
"Very few roofers can get away with pink underwear too," I said, looking up at him.
Did. Not. Crack a smile. He walked away, leaving me to my misery. One day, I'll get a grin out of that man. It's a bet with myself.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Trying To Amuse Myself
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6 comments:
eek. Only you, Jenn. Another cement hair day.
Oh Jenn, priceless comeback! {Hugs}
I received my copy of BBW this week!!!
oh no! Sounds like you could use a ((hug)). That hardening stuff... you didn't have to cut it out of your hair, did you? :-(
Joyce,
Hope you enjoyed it!
Vanessa,
No, I just had to sit there and freeze my butt off as they hose me off. It wasn't a cold day, but the water was cold enough.
The adventure continues today. Going to tell you later ;-). My hair IS a horrible mess, though.
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