I was really trying not to post the story about getting my insulation delivered last weekend.
Not because my insulation is made of recycled blue jeans.
Not because it can be safely installed without the workers having to wear masks.
Not because I saved money by finding a manufacturer down in Roanoke, VA.
Not because it was going to cost a lot of loot to ship the insulation, but then the seller's best friend (with a striking British accent) was moving and agreed to fill up his empty u-haul with 3/4 of my order for $75.
But simply because...
I directed the delivery truck in the driveway and subsequently into the power line... knocking down the poll... sparking and leaving live wires on the ground...
Until of course... the fire truck came.
But that is neither here nor there. Power was turned back on this morning and the game continues.
