It seems the people from whom we purchased our home fled from the term "licensed contractor" like Dracula from a holy water-soaked crucifix made from garlic.We had previously learned from our neighbors that the former owners believed "building materials" were scavenged from a salvage yard and "labor costs" meant "a couple of cases of Miller Lite for my buddies." Their belief system has bitten us on the ass on a few occasions.
We seem to have the phone and DSL line situation under control at this time.
I missed you all fiercely, and now that I'm back online, I finally feel complete.
Okay, actually, I enjoy having a place to bitch and I'm glad it's back. Cupcakes for everyone!
