A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
So, I was thinking that, for all the attention I get with my updates, I'd just post a philosophical treatise on deconstructionism, and why Jacques Derrida is a big doody head.
So I started calling people. I mean, I called everybody. My realtor, the realty representative for the builder, the builder, the mortgage officer, the insurance agents, my parents, Santa Claus, everybody.
And I must say, they came through in fine style. The builders (Chris and Chris) (really) were there basically 24 hours a day between the time we found the dampness and closing. It turned out that our neighbor's ice maker water supply line had been connected incorrectly, and was dumping water down the connecting wall between our units.
But it was fixed, and everybody lived happily ever after.*
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So I started calling people. I mean, I called everybody. My realtor, the realty representative for the builder, the builder, the mortgage officer, the insurance agents, my parents, Santa Claus, everybody.
And I must say, they came through in fine style. The builders (Chris and Chris) (really) were there basically 24 hours a day between the time we found the dampness and closing. It turned out that our neighbor's ice maker water supply line had been connected incorrectly, and was dumping water down the connecting wall between our units.
But it was fixed, and everybody lived happily ever after.*
offer void in Georgia