What could be better than a roofing supply truck coming right up to your window and lifting a pallet of supplies with an actual authentic crane? And then the worker unloading and nailing right outside your window? WOW. They were even nice workers that appreciated their fans with occasional waves.
I just remembered a story I heard about my Aunt Yara. She made her boys (she has 5) clean their rooms before they were allowed to go watch the neighbors house burn down. (Isn't she so smart? Genius!) Dang, wish I would have thought of that today!
I suppose there are part of the country where having a leaky roof isn't that big of a deal, but not in Seattle. Bye-bye tax return.
2 comments:
that always seems to happen to us...so excited for all the money we get back and then suddenly it's gone and like we never had it.
You are a wonderful mother!
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