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Hand me a towel...

Morons decided that yesterday, in the drippy, drizzly weather, would be the perfect time to put on our new roof. They ripped off the shingles on the back side of the house, put some sort of felt paper stuff down, then left. It started raining. They did not put anything like a tarp down to cover it. So basically, it RAINED in our house last night. Water poured into the attic, out of the door frames in our bedroom closet and bathroom, out of the light fixture above our kitchen table. (and it seems that every time we look up at the ceiling, we discover yet another wet spot). It appears some parts of the ceiling have started to crack. The drywall tape has started to bubble in spots. AND those of you who know our basement woes at our previous rental house will understand why we freaked out at this part - we went to the basement to find about 15 dripping places - all down the wall, thru duct work, seeping into storage boxes and onto Henry's "outgrown" toys.

Anyway you get the picture.

The mold prevention people are coming this a.m. to start the drying process. In the meantime, we have pans and trash cans scattered thruout the house, catching any leftover drips. Tarps cover our roof, but our nerves are exposed, rubbed raw by this asinine thing that did NOT have to happen.

Oh. Gotta go. I hear the clomp clomp of boots...roofers are back up there, trudging around.
Needless to say, I'm too busy (and too close to spewing a string of profanities that would shock a sailor) to blog anymore today.

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Brianne said…
Well I should hope to shout that you will not have to be paying for the mold people or any damage! The morons who did this should be responsible for that.
8:42 AM
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