MonkeyPants

Nobody Died.

And we got to eat a lot of steak, so that turned out okay. When they lit it (I hid in the kitchen) the boys just stood around, watching the temperature go up.

“It’s at 400!”
“Still climbing!”
“OMG 450!”
“Look at it go!”

It was like they were watching some kind of racing event.

Here they are, about to dig in.

And now the deck guys have almost finished building Mel’s fire escape. The roofers came too.

The roofer boss has five chunky gold bracelets, a gold medallion as big as my palm, and silver teeth. (Why not gold? You know, for matchy-matchy.) And oil-slick-rainbow wraparound sunglasses.

Also, he has one of those hair things going on where he grows it long, but is bald as an egg on top. And he moves with purpose, so his hair flies out behind him like a little cape. For his Super Head, I guess.

After all this reno business is done, Mel is going to have the house painted. He’s leaning towards fuchsia.

I may have to learn Little Pink Houses on the guitar.