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Roof update

Readers have been clamoring for a roof-disaster update, so I'll give the highlights:

• The roofers' insurance company will be paying for all of the damage and repair, which includes cleaning all our carpets, repairing drywall, painting walls and ceilings, replacing the kitchen table light, putting in new attic insulation, and renting of all the equipment used to dry everything out.

• We're getting the cutest new kitchen table light. It looks a lot like this, except the four bulbs shine down instead of up.

• When all this repair, painting, installation, cleaning, etc., will actually get done—who knows. I decided the MRGs (moron roofing guys, for those who didn't remember the acronym) were not going to ruin my holidays so, even though we'll have to take it all down soon for the repair crews, we still decorated. We have a $10 fake tree (that has "needles" on the trunk...nice), fully adorned. Tim says it looks ok...in the dark.

• Also, we will not be dealing with repair crews until AFTER we host our festive holiday party on Sunday. So, for those of you stopping by, no need to bring along your hard hat.

• The leader of the MRGs has sent us a second bill, along with a nasty handwritten note his displeasure that we are causing a fuss over all this. Not joking. Absolutely serious.

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