Last night we were discussing how we can go about fixing the garage. It involves renting a dumpster, scraping off all the old shingles, maybe replacing some decking, taking the opportunity to empty the junk out of the garage (throw into the dumpster), finish the roof, then on to other repairs. And I need a new garage door
Then we talked about where we might want to move. Hubby was asking about all different states, the climate, etc. I hate humid. Him too. I love the west. I grew up out there. But move there? I don't know. I hate despise and fear friggin tornadoes. We never had them out west. We had earthquakes. It's funny that Dave hated, despised and feared earthquakes. Yet the few (very few) times we had a tornado warning here, while I was tossing stuff out of the closet so I could hide, he was standing on the porch looking for it!
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