Did I mention the margaritas at last night’s party? Man, they sure are bouncing around in my head this morning. Hard.
In one of my rare instances of foresight, I called my crew leader yesterday before the party and asked to take a vacation day today. It is almost completely wasted as it is now 8 A.M. and, except for nursing a slight hangover, I really have no point to be home. Well, the roofers are supposed to be coming today. I’m getting a bit skeptical about that, though. We will see.
If they do come, I’m sure all the banging about on the roof won’t make my hangover any harder to bear. Heh.
UPDATE: 9:30 A.M. I get “the phone call”. He ain’t coming. Again. I know he does good work, he sided my Mom’s house, but this is his last chance. I haven’t handed over a dime yet. If he doesn’t do something tomorrow, I won’t hand over a dime. People often remark at how much work I’ve done on my house. The fact of the matter is, I wouldn’t have done a fraction of this work if I could find a dependable contractor. I’m not sure that any exist. I get the feeling that most do it because they want to “make their own hours”. Meaning that they want to sit around in their underoos most of the time.