The front porch, can't you just picture us swinging on the patio swing? I can. I can even smell the grass growing around our trek deck and the bunting birds chirping as they flutter above us, as we drink our sweet tea and reminisce of "the good old building days". Not quite sure about the latter, but we sure will enjoy it when we get there.
See that trusty roofer? That's my great dad. He's the one that finished this sheeting job today.
The roof is now officially sheeted and ready for the roofers to arrive and do their drill.
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