The Roomie’s Attempt at DIY Roofing

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The hole in our roof

How’s it going, everyone?  Things have been a little hectic the past few days and I haven’t been able to get to my computer.  I have been super busy at work and have been working long hours to get everything accomplished there.  My cousin got married this past weekend and a lot of family members were in town that I got to catch up with.  I came home Friday to find that half of the roof had a huge hole in it.

Apparently, my roommate decided to get up on the roof to “inspect” it and his foot went straight through.  I’m glad he didn’t fall through and that he’s ok, but I’m pretty annoyed that he felt like he could just climb up there and automatically be an expert in roofs.  Thankfully he had a roofer come out the next morning to assess the damage, and thankfully it didn’t rain over the weekend.

My roommate left me a note on Sunday saying that the entire roof has to be replaced and that it should take several days to get it all squared away.  I’m just glad I’ll be at work every day so I don’t have to listen to all of the commotion.  There’s a huge tarp over the hole right now and it’s on the other side of the house so I’m praying that none of my stuff is affected by his DIY attempts.  I knew I was moving in to a fixer upper house but I did not realize I was going to be living with Bob Vila’s cousin.

A random happening just popped up in my head about one of my college roommates.  We were living in an apartment right off of campus.  My roommate “Meg” had become friends with some people who liked to drink a lot and party.  She never brought them to our place because she knew that I wasn’t up for late night partying, especially during the week, because I had a lot of morning classes.  So she would go and meet these friends, stay out half the night, and somehow make it back home in one piece.  I’m honestly surprised she never wrecked her car or got arrested for driving under the influence.

One night, I was in a deep sleep, dreaming about who knows what, when all of a sudden the fire alarm started going off.  At first I thought it was in my dream so it took me a few minutes to wake up and realize what was going on.  The entire apartment was filled with smoke.  I was scrambling around trying to find my shoes and keys and purse and was yelling for Meg.  I was about to run out the door and call the fire department until I realized that our apartment smelled a lot like pizza.  I didn’t see flames anywhere so I glanced in the kitchen and noticed that smoke was billowing out of the oven.  I turned the oven off and opened it to find a black pizza.  Meg came wandering up at that moment, still drunk, and said “Oh yeah…that’s where my food went.”  Ugggh.  So she almost burned down our apartment because of her drunkenness.

We tried to air out the place as best as we could, but I swear that place still smelled like burnt pizza 6 months later.  She never pulled anything like that again, probably because I brought it up on a daily basis about how she could have killed both of us.  I still can’t eat frozen pizza to this day because of that horrible smell.

Alright, well it’s time to get back to work.  I wonder what I’ll find when I get home today.  🙂

Until next time,

Sarah

 

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