Who's bright idea was it to insulate the crawl space? Okay, it was mine. But the plan was for NEAL to do the work. However......due to an incident a couple of weeks ago, when he actually started the job but got stuck between two pipes (not laughing here)...the task would not be completed without my help. Oh--believe me--I tried to get out of it. Pleading, whining, faking illness, using the art of distraction. Nothing worked. It was inevitable. I was going under the house.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to experience. Eighteen inches of wiggle room--at the entrance--it narrowed from there. Army crawling over cinder blocks, rocks, random pipe and some sort of liquid--not really sure what that was, but it didn't smell good. Banging my head on the same beam THREE TIMES. And seeing how this house is actually propped up on stacks of blocks, bricks, rocks and boards. If a house is only as good as it's foundation, we're in big trouble.
I only broke down and sobbed uncontrollably ONCE--but it lasted several
2 comments:
I don't really care about your pathetic story!!! The only thing I want to know is did you get it insulated so that I don't freeze when I come to visit????
You, my friend, are a sure-nuf prophet. You told me this is how it would go....you under there!
Well....your forecast came true.
Mean Neal. Bad Neal. He could have at least hired Janet to crawl under there...and counted it as your Christmas!
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