I can’t remember if I blogged about this before, but it turns out we need our flat roof replaced (the whole thing). That’s half of the roof that covers our townhouse. The roofers finally come tomorrow at the crack of dawn to replace our holyRoof! (literally) and hopefully this means we will never have to deal with a stream of water leaking through our bedroom ceiling. That sucked.
Once the new roof is on, we have to get our AC checked out. Then I get to rip out all the damaged drywall and insulation (plus any other damaged stuff) on the inside. Once that’s all out, I get to rally all my helpers and re sheet rock the room, then mud, tape, texture, and paint. That should eat up a few weekends and put me even further into debt. Can’t wait ’til it’s all done.
After all that, I get to see if I can sue the people who sold us this place because they were supposed to fix the problem. It was clearly a problem in the past as evidenced by the crappy patch-job they performed inside and outside the house. What a joke. They even paid some half-assed roofer to verify that the roof leak was in fact a non-issue. So much for all that. The first heavy rain we had proved just how much of a non-issue that was. The leak was so bad, it literally looked like someone was squirting water down through the ceiling with a garden hose.
Ah, the joys of home ownership. . .anything, I suppose, for the American Dream.