the joys of home ownership

Oh, my poor poor house. I'm looking at the walls with a flashlight standing on a chair to find booboos for my final walk-through. I've got so much blue tape it looks like a Smurf has been marking the place. I've got tape all over every arch, every window, every corner, just about. So many pieces of blue tape with "crack" or "caulk" on them I could open up an adult store.

Darn builders. Darn Evergreen State Builders! I am SO protesting.