Worked on my daughter's new(to her) house.
If they'd require licenses to build homes, there'd be a lot less rage killings in this world.
Thinking about finding
where this dude's buried and going and pissing on his grave.
Water lines that start galvanized, change to copper, then back to galvanized. With sillcock valves wrapped with an old t-shirt because he was to lazy or cheap to replace the hose washers going to the washing machine.
No loading for a couple of days, my stuff is 250 miles away. I'm getting separation anxiety.