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I informed you thusly.

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My husband doesn’t like it when I say I told you so. And oddly enough he doesn’t like it when I roll my eyes at him either. So from now on I shall be channeling Sheldon Cooper and saying “I informed you thusly.”

I uttered this phrase repeatedly yesterday when I walked out to the barn after a rain storm and saw this:

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In case you aren’t aware, apple trees limbs are not supposed to be lying on the ground.

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When we moved to this house 20 years ago, there were two gorgeous mature apple trees in the backyard.

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I put furniture under them, kept trimming the lower branches and spent long lazy summer afternoons reading in the shade. Then, out of nowhere… the husband decided I was hurting the trees and refused to let me prune them. I fought against this ruling for a few years and then gave up. This was the result:

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Every year the trees were so laden with fruit they hung to the ground. It drove me crazy but the husband wouldn’t let me near them with shears. I kept telling him he would regret it, but he wouldn’t listen.

So naturally, this happened:

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A major branch, basically half the Granny Smith tree… cracked and split off.

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I contacted a licensed arborist and he’ll be here in a few days to give us an estimate for structural pruning to save the trees from further destruction.

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And after we’ve paid a small fortune to someone we didn’t really have to?

I shall inform him thusly one more time.

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But what do I know?

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I don’t claim to know everything, but I do know if you’re going to strip a roof for repairs during a weekend when rain is predicted? You postpone or make damn sure you cover that sucker completely.

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My husband on the other hand, likes to gamble.

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And as you can see by what I woke up to Saturday morning…

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He lost. ( Unplug the tv and move the table? Why… when you can just cover it with trash bags? It’s times like these I question my love for that man.)

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And while I would normally enjoy a good I told you so and being right….

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The utter disaster that is our ceiling took the joy right out of it.

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Holiday weekend my *ss.

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While most people were at the beach or the lake enjoying picnics and barbecues with lovely waterfront views this weekend…. my view was somewhat different .

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Because of all the times my husband could have picked to replace a section of our roof?

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He picked Memorial Day weekend. You know, the long weekend where rain was predicted Saturday morning, Sunday night and all day Monday. I suggested he postpone the repairs. He ignored me. I asked him to postpone the repairs. He told me it wasn’t necessary. I told him it was going to frigging rain! He got aggravated with me, said it would be fine and told me to go in the house.

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More on this later.

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If you’ve been paying attention you know we’ve had a serious roof leak for a while now. Our living room ceiling is a mess and though the husband has ripped off and replaced numerous sections of shingles he could never figure out where the water was breaking through.

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Me? I’ve complained for years about the gutter leaking in the corner right above the doors… but he never paid attention. What do I know?

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Apparently more than he does … because when they got it all stripped?

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The only part of wood that was wet and rotted was right over the doors. (Please note it took a boatload of restraint for me not to scream I told you so. And I wanted to. I really wanted to.)

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Of course in true nothing ever goes smoothly at our house fashion? Lowes called on Friday to say the shingles that were supposed to be delivered Saturday couldn’t be because the forklift on the truck was broken. This meant my husband had to pick up 9 square of architectural shingles, tar paper, nails and water shield in his old truck.

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The photo doesn’t do it justice, but trust me… that sucker was squatted down so far I thought the rear tires would pop.

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P.S….. for those who might be interested? After exhaustive diagnosis tests, the reason the truck left us stranded in NH was a rotted vacuum line to the EKG valve. I have no idea what that is, but someone might.

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