The Pounding and the Pounding

People are putting new siding on our house. The house is changing from a white house to a blue house. A slate blue house. A house wrapped in the finest fitted insulation and then in the finest vinyl siding in a shade called "Harbor Blue." It's going to be SPECTACULAR.

Unfortunately it means that for days and days, men with hammers have to come and beat the house nigh unto death from 8 to 5, taking a scant 60 minutes off for lunch. No one can nap. No one can learn anything. No one can think. No one can write their novels. We have to go to Sam's Club instead.

Conversation with Senator Benny:

ME: Benny, what do you want for breakfast?
B: Well, I want toast or plain. When I say plain I mean just oatnut bread.
ME: Well which one do you want?
B: Whichever one you want to give me, and I will be happy with it.
ME: I think with that attitude, I want to give you a big kiss!
B: A kiss? Why that would be GREAT!
ME: I'm going to make you toast.
B (hands folded): Oh, that will be just perfect.

His moods are so wildly diverse, it's astonishing. I mean, yesterday he was with giant angry face hollering as loud as he could at his sister about something so insignificant I can't even remember. Someday he's going to be a man. Can you imagine?