I have to admit, I watched ZERO, nada, niets of this World Cup Finale. I have to say, I just can’t crush on a soccer player. They are too handsome, it’s unnerving. It’s like they don’t need me, wearing their Dolce & Gabbana underwear with their perfectly groomed eyebrows, paying surrogates to have their spawn. A hockey player might need me, with his missing teeth, to cut up his food in baby pieces. A tennis player might need me to remind him to put on sunscreen and not to scowl or else his face might stay that way. Even a golfer might need me to iron his Dockers (I’m digging deep here). So yeah, the whole soccer thing is lost on me, and besides, not enough close ups so I could at least pick up some makeup tips.
As an aside but in a similar vein, my neighbours, The Chore Family, are on holiday so I thought I could sit on my front porch and guiltlessly read my book ( you know, without having to join in on weeding and whatnot)…but no, when Chore Family is away, even the mice are put to task. I’m sure I saw one mowing the lawn. And I am The Chosen One designated to water the container plants in the front yard (and maybe the back? uh oh). Also they have hired people to put on a new roof:
Now watching roofers do their thing during a heat wave is a thing to behold. Roofers are hot! Pun and no pun intended. But also impressive was that the crew from Fixer on the Roof were meticulous, polite, and made sure that the asphalt shingles they were replaced were promptly cleaned up. Years ago, when my roof was done, I found random shingle shards like lost Easter eggs, underneath cushions, in the mint plant, even in the mailbox. Furthermore, Trish, who runs the operation came by to see if her boys were hydrated (should have been my job) and impressed me with her credentials and knowledge of roofing, she even blogs about it!!! And greenies, they also do solar panels which is definitely something to think about! Click here for the website for more information and check out the blog.