My Confession
I have a small confession to make. When I moved into my last house, I hired Sacramento roofers to come and fix the roof. This doesn’t seem like a big confession to most people; however, my husband is a roofer. I could have just asked him to do it. But I knew that he would put it off over and over again and never actually get it done. Then the rain would come and I would be forced to place all of my pots and pans around the house to catch the droplets. So I hired the roofer and had him come while my husband was away fixing someone else’s roof. He didn’t find out until he got home and saw his competition in the driveway… and I’m starting to feel a bit guilty about it.
