The bank called and they want their house back.

Well, in my brief experience with construction I have learned one thing, "Time waits for no one."

Or was it, "The Lord helps those who help themselves"?

Or maybe it was "There's no rest for the wicked."

I don't remember exactly, but whatever the saying says, we got our butts in gear, torn down the house and started building a new one before winter could get a jump on us. Trouble is that TECHNICALLY we destroyed a house we don't own. AND we are trying to get a construction loan from a bank that we suspect may be run by monkeys. (That being said, I should mention that Ward trusts monkeys to do quite a lot of various work . . . ) ANY HOW the proverbial sh*t is about to hit the proveribal fan because the bank just called to say they are sending out an inspector tomorrow morning and chances are - monkey or not - he will notice that the house we want to tear down is missing.

Mom . . . Dad . . . if you're reading this . . . we may need to apply for a loan this week at the Hand/Ton Savings and Trust . . . . . . did we mention how much we love you? . . .