Shingles on ground. Two strips of attic-wood visible on southeast apex. Neighbor says, "yeah, that's where she (previous owner, crappy remodeler-who-shall-remain-nameless) had it patched."
A great job was done, apparently.
Darn 2 a.m. wind and rain. No sirens. Not like you can do anything in the middle of the night about the roof. Hardly can do much about it on a Friday.
Hello, estimates. Yes, see, the credit card was getting bored after the cat bills; you just know we had to keep a balance on it, especially after the federal refund comes and zeros it out again. Good thing it stormed so much!
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
3 comments:
i feel your pain. believe me, i do.
yes, but at least i'm not in Myanmar
…from 350 to 10,000…
myanmar is like katrina squared.
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