And it didn't have shingles on it.
And it was the roof of my daughter's house
And I definitely feel she needs a roof over her head.
So I decided to spend my Friday afternoon roofing.
The proof is in the hair.
And the hands.
And the knees of my jeans.
And the knees, shins, thighs, calves, toes, arches,
heels, buttocks, arms, fingers,
neck, back, etc.
Which really don't hurt all that bad unless I move.
It was a total body fitness regime
in case you are interested in the exercise known as roofing.
If you are rolling out roofing paper,
And as you are scooting along backwards, realize the edge of the roof is possibly really close,
cardio-vascular workout is included.
6 comments:
I'm forever grateful for all help! :D LOVE YOU!
You are CRAZY even if it is for your daughter.
Mother of the Year!
You see--Now I can say that I've worked as a roofer..... :)
The beauty of a blog is that stuff that could just totally stink in real life become an adventure to be shared with the whole world!
You are mom of the year! Way to go... I am so impressed!
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