First, Randall, I'm sorry I ruined your thread. I have diffusers on my car but the guy who painted them put them on, so I'm no help to you whatsoever.
Now that the thread is already ruined, this is what your kitchen looks like after a hurricane comes through (photo by contractors):
My flood insurance was in place, up to the maximum amount you can buy. But, of course, the insurance companies have rules for their rules, for their rules, all designed to beat you out of as much money as possible. We came out six digits in the hole, and the first number was not a one. Also, we had to live in the house throughout the entire process. There were no shelters or FEMA trailers, and I can assure you no Feds showed up in my neighborhood with a credit card for me. My neighbors and I discussed rioting, looting and blaming the government for the actions of Mother Nature, but we voted against it.
This is how it looks now. Please ignore my large pile of unread mail and my Blunderbread.
Oh yeah, that Nissan wasn't mine. It belonged to the guy across the street.
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