The Hardy Boys

I anticipated writing a post today about my inability to work due to the sound of having our roof pressure-washed and treated. But I simply can't complain about the noise without feeling rather soft. After all, how bad can it be for me inside, wearing slippers and sipping coffee, while staring at a pair of computer monitors and an Xbox 360?

Compare that to the two guys climbing around on our slick-as-snot cedar roof. A roof that is roughly 40-degrees steep and home to several patches of moss.

And did I mention that it's 34 degrees outside and sleeting?

Make all the noise you need to guys. Better you than me.

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