Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

The house is rolling right along. Yesterday, the roofing crew tore off our old heat and smoke damaged roof and had a new one on before 5 o'clock. I was quite impressed. And I am not easily impressed with roofing shingles and nail guns. Our neighbor's child said "the neighbor's house is noisy, and it speaks Spanish." Ha! We had a fabulous crew and it feels great to know that another task is complete.

New roof!

This week, the house will speak the language of the jackhammer. Man, I'm glad I don't live next door to that noise!

No, actually I have the best neighbors ever and even though they call this noise the sound of progress, I feel bad that they have to hear all of our rebuilding commotion. I should buy a sign that says 'Pardon Our Mess'. 

Speaking of shopping...

I went shopping for a dining room table today at this cute little store that I could buy one of everything in. They sell authentic, rustic Mexican furniture. We had several of their pieces in the house pre-crock. I did find the PERFECT dining room table. But I didn't buy it today. Not yet. We'll order it next week. I bought something else though. Something really awesome. 

I bought a cock.

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo 

When we got him home we couldn't resist standing him in front of the door and ringing the door bell. We hid around the corner and watched. I'm sure the neighbors think we're crazy. We just haven't lived in this temporary home long enough for them to confirm it yet. They'll get it figured out soon I'm sure. 

The look on Fish's face was well worth the price of this beautiful chicken. Her eyebrows went way up high and then her lips pursed in confusion. Tuna wondered aloud what was wrong with us. The yellow lab hid behind the door and barked in terror. 

I was going to put it out front at the old house when we move home, but for now I think it might look great on the hearth by our new Wii box. 

I know, I know...he is not of the Blogess'  Knock Knock chicken stature, but he is awesome. In fact, he might be better because he is a Coca-Cola cock.  

Even better is that the big guy loved me enough to humor me and pull out the debit card without a word. I love that big guy. Almost as much as I love my new metal cock.