So what the real estate agent doesn’t point out when you’re buying a two-story house is the blatantly obvious: The second story is awfully far from the ground. Far as in go buy a 32-foot ladder far.
Luckily, the husband and I aren’t afraid of heights (these kind of heights, anyway), so we were able to caulk a leaky bathroom window this weekend. Tragically, it doesn’t seem to have been the leak we were looking for. To find that one, it looks like we’ll have to remove the bathtub from the master bath a few months earlier than planned.
The American Dream: It involves more drywall dust, cursing and soldering than you think.
Entirely Adequate 
Here’s hoping you never have the “pleasure” of going even higher: the roof. Worst summer of my life was spent roofing a friends house and replacing all of my gutters.
Also, in my current place, I occasionally have a rivulet of water pouring from dining room chandelier. Somewhere in the master bath there’s a leak in my stand up shower. For months there’s a been a hole cut into the ceiling of my dining room.
It’s a rental. Fuck it.
I HAVE had the pleasure of roofing a house. In July. In south Alabama.
Among Things You Should Never Find Out the Hard Way: I’m allergic to tar paper.
ewwwww . . . that’s blog-worthy, do tell