Just last night I was standing in the living room of my house thinking how pretty it is and very satisfied with all the changes we made to fix up the house since we bought it. This morning as I walked in the dark to wake Jason for school, I stepped in a puddle of water. At first I thought one of the dogs had peed on the floor. But I wasn't that lucky. It rained hard last night, and roof leaked -- a lot. So the roofer came and looked at it today, and he said that parts of my roof need to be rebuilt. This is very bad news as it is a tile roof and they are very expensive to fix. Today he should get back to me with more information and give me a price. And the even worse news (to me) is that my husband wants 3 estimates. So I have to find two more roofers and have them walk around all over the roof (breaking tiles as they go) and get their estimates. Damn!
