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ysobelleSo I slept too much yesterday, and consequently slept pretty scantily last night. Ergo, I was already awake when Craig called me at 6.45 am to tell me I had to drive to Manheim to get a permit number.
Please tell me you're joking?
It seems that when you build over a certain size-- and my platform is 1,400-square-freakin'-feet-- you need a permit from Rapho Township. Carrie, who's never been down this road before, didn't know that. Craig didn't know that. I sure as hell didn't know that. So we have no permit. So I can't give the number for the permit I don't have to the nice inspector from Commonweath Inspections so he can inspect the foundation holes which we've spent two weekends digging.
On top of this, of course, because there's always more, my niece is in the hospital yet again, which meant I was supposed to go to my sister and brother-in-law's house to walk their dog while they stayed with her at CHOP. She's FOUR. Can't she catch a break? Poor little thing. It seems, however, my brother-in-law stayed over at the house last night, and I'm off the hook for that. One down.
But now I'm waiting for the manager of Rapho Township to call me back, so I can find out if I do, actually, have to drive out to Manheim, show them these approved plans, get my permit number, and drive home. And G-d help me, of course, if there's a fee to apply for the permit, as I'm utterly wiped at the moment, having spent $8k LAST week on the lumber, plus the surprise $300 for the excavator. Best of all? I'm wide awake right now-- thanks, Captain Angst!-- but if I have to drive out to Manheim and back on three hours of sleep, it's gonna be uuuuugly.
Jesus. Whose stupid idea was all this again?!
Oh, wait....
Please tell me you're joking?
It seems that when you build over a certain size-- and my platform is 1,400-square-freakin'-feet-- you need a permit from Rapho Township. Carrie, who's never been down this road before, didn't know that. Craig didn't know that. I sure as hell didn't know that. So we have no permit. So I can't give the number for the permit I don't have to the nice inspector from Commonweath Inspections so he can inspect the foundation holes which we've spent two weekends digging.
On top of this, of course, because there's always more, my niece is in the hospital yet again, which meant I was supposed to go to my sister and brother-in-law's house to walk their dog while they stayed with her at CHOP. She's FOUR. Can't she catch a break? Poor little thing. It seems, however, my brother-in-law stayed over at the house last night, and I'm off the hook for that. One down.
But now I'm waiting for the manager of Rapho Township to call me back, so I can find out if I do, actually, have to drive out to Manheim, show them these approved plans, get my permit number, and drive home. And G-d help me, of course, if there's a fee to apply for the permit, as I'm utterly wiped at the moment, having spent $8k LAST week on the lumber, plus the surprise $300 for the excavator. Best of all? I'm wide awake right now-- thanks, Captain Angst!-- but if I have to drive out to Manheim and back on three hours of sleep, it's gonna be uuuuugly.
Jesus. Whose stupid idea was all this again?!
Oh, wait....