Chain Reaction

Some weeks ago, our home was the unfortunate recipient of a fifty foot pine tree blown over in high winds.  Construction is ongoing and I thought it might be nice to share some of my thoughts on the progress...  With any luck, if you're reading, you find those thoughts amusing.

Dear Construction Dudes,
While I appreciate what you are doing, you should be aware that with every shingle you rip from our roof, you also rip what tiny bits of sanity may still be remaining in my dog's brains.
Please know that each grain of sanity that falls through the hourglass is replaced with loud barking.
Though I haven't actually been counting, with each bark, I'm fairly certain another of my hairs turns gray.
With each graying hair, more and more "people" (read "idiots") will think my husband is my son.
Each time a person turns in to an idiot, the global impact is a perception of us as a weaker country.
With every lessened degree of perceived strength, more and more people will actually start to believe that America truly does "run on Dunkin'" (a slogan which has disturbed me from its inception).
Once that perception becomes commonplace, Dunkin' Donuts establishments will become easy targets for things like cheesy decorating schemes (ooh, too late), a surplus of locations which will reduce profit at that level and even new-age terrorism ('impacting oil supply is so passe, let's hit 'em where it really hurts...right in the donuts')
Do we really want to propagate that message? I think not.
So, in conclusion, let me just say that in the time it took me to write this, you finished ripping the shingles off the back of our house, so....um....in the words of Emily Litella "Nevermind".
Love, Me
PS - If you got a giggle out of this, I'm glad.
PPS - If you took this seriously, well, start checking out other blogs and we'll call it a day.
PPPS - Yes.  I have entirely too much time on my hands.