I have a frelling huge-ass leak right in the middle of my living room. And now, since I am too much of an asshat to find a way to fix the spot where it is coming in, my roofer has to come back. Right now. And it will be dark soon, and still rainy, and he'll have to go up on the roof (even though I offered, to his horror) because I can not bloody well fix it myself.
damn. stoopid gorram house-owning shite.
Oh, yeah - the wainscotting that looks so charming on the ceiling will likely be damaged. I'm beginning to resent that blasted wainscotting. Sure, it looks rather nice, but the guy who installed it (before we even bought the house) did a half-assed job.
sorry for the potty-mouth.
*kicks the ground*
*grumpy bug noise*