This house is going to look exactly like we wish it looked all along once it’s ready to sell. In the process, we have met some funny and interesting characters. The painter…I’m saving him for another blog. But the roofer? Oh, honey. I’m so sorry!!
The roofer is one of those people who you’d love instantly. A total sweetheart, but then again I am a sucker for the bearded Irish types that look like gnomes.
I imagined he lived in a cabin made of gingerbread and gumdrops when he emerged from his van. But he lives in a six bedroom that he needs to sell because his wife of 33 years met an old boyfriend from high school on Facebook, divorced the roofer and married the old boyfriend!
“I can’t sleep in all six bedrooms,” he said.
It wasn’t the right time to mention that my three-bedroom would make a lovely bachelor pad. But I did it anyway. I’m tacky like that. But hey, at least I’m not ditching my husband for one of my old high school boyfriends.
No offense, old high school boyfriends. All none of you.