We don't need no fire, let the motherf***er leak!
I have some cautious hope about the state of the roof today, after a visit from yet another contractor. He's the kind of contractor I like: a sixty-year-old dude who has been fixing roofs for years and isn't interested in milking every last dime out of a young guy who is starting a family. Looks like he might return an estimate that's substantially lower, for the same amount of work. Go, old dudes!
Now if I could just stop my cats from believing that the entire basement is a litterbox, life would be grand.
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