With a necessary shout-out to my PPIC (Peep Partner in Crime) Kathleen for this blog’s name, the plays on words are endless…
- For over a year, we’ve had nothing upstairs. A staircase? Yes. But an upstairs? No. Huh? That’s right – we have a staircase that terminates at a panel in the ceiling.
- This summer, we plan to tear the roof off of the house leaving us with, literally, nothing upstairs. Which leads me to…
- Clearly we have nothing upstairs. Who in their right mind would live in a house while such a substantial construction project is ongoing? Did I mention we’ll be without a roof? Let’s not ignore our two small children – one of which still naps twice a day… at least for now.
By relationship, Greff is my dad. By definition, he’s a perfectionist. By trade, he’s a general contractor. This trifecta presents a double-edged sword for us and Greff. We all survived phase 1 without too many calls for disownership… let’s hope we go two for two with phase 2. For more insights on Greff, visit Adventures in Greff’s World.