Domestic Bliss

Conversations we may or may not have had this weekend during our attempt to reinvigorate the shingling project:

C: Explain to me again why I have to hand hammer?

M: Because the air compressor is at a jobsite.

C: I suck at hand hammering.

M: Yes, yes you do.

C: You hate me don’t you?

M: Yes, yes I do.

C: This horsefly is driving me nuts!

M: Yeah, it used to be around me.  I shooed it over to you.

C: You gave me your horsefly?

M: You’re welcome.

C: Okay, is it a problem that I bent this nail over?

M: Well, if it sticks out at all then you’ll have trouble getting the next row to lie flat.  It’s better to take it out.

C: *hammers the everloving crap out of the nail*

M: That’s also an option.

C: Where’s the dog?

M: Over there chewing on some sticks.

C: Cool. As long as she’s not in our way.

M: Yeah, it’s great until we have to clean up stick puke.

C: ….

M: ….

C & M: Hey, dog, get over here!

M: I’m going to run another chalk line for this row to make sure we put it up straight.

C: I can eyeball it.

M: No, it’s better to run a line. *snaps line*

C: You marked over some of the shingles that were already up.  The line isn’t quite straight.

M: You know what we call that in the business? Close enough.

C: Make up your mind!

M: Ow!

C: Sorry, the horsefly was on your head.  I think it fell to the ground.

M: That really hurt.

C: There it is! Die you stupid fly! Die! Die! *hammers the everloving crap out of the ground*

M: Seriously.  Ow.

C: I think I got it!

C: Did we even make a dent in the shingling?

M: Sure.  We got 60 linear feet done.

C: What’s that mean?

M: It means we have a lot more to go.

C: I’m going to need the compressor.