Up on the housetop, click-click-click..

or rather I should say CLOMP-CLOMP-CLOMP. The roofers are finally here. They were supposed to be here at 7:30 a.m. It's now 2:40 p.m. and they've finally showed. Oh, well, at least they're here.

Unlike Santa Claus, they're not coming down the chimney with presents. They'll be coming in the door with an invoice....sigh.

They're patching the hole that the Spousal Equivalent blew in the roof accidentally with his shotgun last week. Double sigh.
 


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