*laugh* The roofing guys just came back from lunch and turned on their stereo again. It drowned out mine (which is pretty lame, given that mine’s 5 feet from me and theirs is a hundred). I got up grumpily to slam the window shut, and found that I’d stood up just in time to watch one of the roofing guys pull his shingle-removing shovel up at a dramatic angle, as if it were a woman he was dancing with, and to take a slinking tango step with it across the battered shingles. The second visible roofing guy, who is wearing a grubby grey sweatshirt and a very red bandana headband, performed an arabesque with his shovel a moment later.
Now how can I stay grumpy at that? *beam*