Professional Roofers-wait, ok, that is Zac. Inspecting.
February 2008. We had deliberated on doing this job ourselves for too long. I just couldn’t finger out how to roof a commercial building with two small kids. Just sounded tough. And expensive. And hard on everyone. So Zac sold his plasma (and a kidney) and I donated five ovaries to some dutch purist families, and we paid real money to get this roof put on. I still have a few side effects from the medical experiments I underwent, but mostly it made me more fun, and I almost completely stopped having cravings for nachos.
That was nice, we could take the diaper out of the big bay, and remove the drip buckets from inside the shop. AKA mosquito indoor swimming pool.
Malaria!
Yes, that is a rain diaper, not a magic carpet.