Uhhh...

There are about 6 sweaty, half naked, tanned, muscular-not-an-ounce-of-fat-on-them, model looking men wandering around on the roof of my building, replacing the shingles.

Dear lord. I was having a crappy morning (still in hair shock, shut up I am) and pissed about being stuck in traffic.

But then. I looked up.

Life is okay.

Okay.

( Only two, cause I'm a pussy. )

More hair whining.

( See, it wasn't dead, dammit. That's just how my hair curls. )