Somebody Moved My House

I am finally home after my extended stay at Casa de Mom's house. I think she was happy to see me go. I think she felt obligated to stay at home with me to hear me complain about being uprooted at 5:00 AM on a Monday morning and I know she missed at least one Bingo tournament and one Salsa music dance lesson. I spent four nights at her house. I have finally worn my sister down complaining over the last few family gatherings and I get to sleep upstairs in the really big bed. (I spent many sleepless nights on the couch and on the foam thing that turns into a bed.) I had received word from the landlord that it was safe to return to my domicile. Although, they would be in contact with me soon to finish the work on the inside. (We'll see about that.) My house wasn't where I left it. It seems that they have put new white siding on the front to go with the puke green siding that is on the rest of the house. They had removed all of the shrubbery the day before Thanksgiving which I never mentioned because it made me madder than hell. Now, I have a new front porch that goes along the entire front of the house and a new tin roof. Somebody moved my house! It has rained steadily since I got home and I haven't been able to get any sleep because of the pounding of the rain on the new tin roof. The cat looks like someone has stepped on his tail, bless his heart, he ain't used to all that noise. I'm just waiting for a call from the landlord. Somebody has to pay for all of these snazzy upgrades and I'm sure it will be me.