So the other day I was driving and was looking at the back of the house. All of a sudden I noticed it. A single hole in the roof of my new house. A hole? Did we order a skylight? I didn't. I am pretty sure Tony didn't. One of the chillen's might be pretty pleased to hear the builders messed up and put a skylight in their roof. Who should I confer with first? I call Tony.
Me: Hey. Is there supposed to be a skylight on the roof?
Tony: A skylight?
Me: Yes, a skylight. There appears to be one right above the kids bedroom.
Tony: A skylight?
Me: Yes. One lonely skylight.
Tony: I don't think there is a skylight on the plans.
Me: Oh ya, the plans. Should I look at the plans?
Tony: You can. Are you sure there is a skylight? We didn't want a skylight.
Me: Oh, the builder is here, I will talk to him.
Tony: Ok, let me know what they say.
So, I am still pondering the lonely skylight as I approach the builders. Kinda thinking, "Well, we didn't order one. But that middle room kid will sure have the coveted room now!" Anyways, I go over to the builder, who has a few other beefy builder type guys standing around him. I approach in my, I AM WOMAN...HEAR ME ROAR attitude. Quite proud I noticed their HUGE error before it was too late to fix it. Normally it isn't the woman who notices the very important details like this.
I admit...I am rather pleased with my discovery.
The conversation goes a little like this:
Me: Hey guys.
Guys: Hey.
Me: You know, I was checking things out around here,
*(Fearing they might think I was checking THEM out...I quickly recover from that statement!),
uhhh...I was checking out the house, and I noticed something that is not right.
Guys: Oh really? What?
Me: Well, I don't think there is a skylight on the plan.
Guys: A skylight?
Me: Yes, a skylight.
Guys: A skylight?
Me: Yes. A skylight. Right on the backside of the roof. Above the kids room.
Silence.
Guys looking at each other.
Laughter.
Lots of laughter.
Me: Confused.
Guys: Uhhh...that's not a skylight.
Me: It's not?
Guys: No, it's an access hole. So we have a place to access the roof.
REALLY?
REALLY?!
No more "I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR."
It's NOT a skylight.
Who KNEW?!
Me: Hey. Is there supposed to be a skylight on the roof?
Tony: A skylight?
Me: Yes, a skylight. There appears to be one right above the kids bedroom.
Tony: A skylight?
Me: Yes. One lonely skylight.
Tony: I don't think there is a skylight on the plans.
Me: Oh ya, the plans. Should I look at the plans?
Tony: You can. Are you sure there is a skylight? We didn't want a skylight.
Me: Oh, the builder is here, I will talk to him.
Tony: Ok, let me know what they say.
So, I am still pondering the lonely skylight as I approach the builders. Kinda thinking, "Well, we didn't order one. But that middle room kid will sure have the coveted room now!" Anyways, I go over to the builder, who has a few other beefy builder type guys standing around him. I approach in my, I AM WOMAN...HEAR ME ROAR attitude. Quite proud I noticed their HUGE error before it was too late to fix it. Normally it isn't the woman who notices the very important details like this.
I admit...I am rather pleased with my discovery.
The conversation goes a little like this:
Me: Hey guys.
Guys: Hey.
Me: You know, I was checking things out around here,
*(Fearing they might think I was checking THEM out...I quickly recover from that statement!),
uhhh...I was checking out the house, and I noticed something that is not right.
Guys: Oh really? What?
Me: Well, I don't think there is a skylight on the plan.
Guys: A skylight?
Me: Yes, a skylight.
Guys: A skylight?
Me: Yes. A skylight. Right on the backside of the roof. Above the kids room.
Silence.
Guys looking at each other.
Laughter.
Lots of laughter.
Me: Confused.
Guys: Uhhh...that's not a skylight.
Me: It's not?
Guys: No, it's an access hole. So we have a place to access the roof.
REALLY?
REALLY?!
No more "I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR."
It's NOT a skylight.
Who KNEW?!