i live down the street so i have to drive by this damn house every day and when the first slider went in at the bathroom (i was thinking that was the only one going in and i still had a heart attack) i literally slammed on my brakes in front of the house and exclaimed "OH MY GOD!" to the two guys that were standing in front of it. they just looked at me like i was a loon. i came home drenched in sweat, pale and shaking, and brought it up as the topic for discussion at the family meeting. we all went down there with masks, swords, rakes, torches and shovels, but no one was home. i'm really really hoping for the custom windows. if nothing but solid material goes in above those sliders, i'm torching the place (jc, would you like your body to be removed beforehand or would you like to become part of the collective ashes?). it will be better to burn it down than let it live in sin.
anyone read the fountainhead? then you'll know what i'm talking about. it hurts way more than a little. sacrilege. complete sacrilege. sob.