My oldest has flown the nest...again. We moved Samantha out on Sunday and we only broke one window in the process. Mike was trying to strap Sam's boxspring onto the top of the Yukon and the bungee snapped and hit the rear window like a gunshot. Shattered. Oh well, it's already back to good and Sam is out. I'm excited for her, she is doing a great job decorating on a dime. I'm going to start working on turning that basement into a cute Liv's/guest/video game/t.v. room when I have an extra second. Which I won't anytime soon on account of the third paragraph.
We also scrubbed the front steps so that the little trick or treaters wouldn't slide off our previously treacherously slippery stairs. We had about four groups of kids, mostly under 6. Which also means I'm about to gain another 5 pounds finishing off the Halloween candy, why am I not smart enough to buy the gross stuff, like black licorice. Ack. Hey, maybe I should keep a pictorial blog of my growing ass...you wish.
Lastly, I woke up this morning to the depressing sound of water dripping. Extra depressing as it was dripping inside my house. The roof over my bedroom is done doing what it's supposed to do and we are now going to be doing a major tear down of most of the drywall in my room. We will also be re-roofing as soon as it stops raining. We live in Seattle so that may be a while. Oh, and we don't really know how to re-roof, so yeah. It's grandpa Steve to the rescue, again. We are trying to figure out if homeowner's insurance will cover this, but I'm not an optimistic person. *heavy sigh* I would now like to officially request to the universe that I win the lotto cuz I need it more than ANYONE else in the world. Seriously. Sometimes life is a real bitchosaurus rex.
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