Monday, June 28, 2004

The love of my life is the world's worst homeowner

OK, maybe not the absolute worst, but pretty dang bad. A few nights ago, there was a big Kansas thunderstorm. We were awakened by a thunderclap- the kind that sounds like 3 cannons going off at the house next door. I rolled over to go back to sleep and...my hand got wet as the window was leaking. Why was the window leaking? Because Jeremy has not cleaned the gutters out in the entire time he's lived in our house- four or so years worth of crap was clogging them up. In last night's storm, it happened again, and the Boy was out there standing on a chair in a downpour emptying the gutters.

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