The first time I met our former builder, I noticed he had a Republican bumper sticker on his truck. I was not pleased. I told Baby Daddy he left some important bits out of the builder selection packet. He told me even fascists have to make a living. I agreed.
Then it all went to hell.
After some time to digest what it all meant, I told Baby Daddy we’d learned an important lesson: This is what comes of doing business with Republicans.
For the record, none of the new builders we interviewed had any kind of political stickers on their vehicles. I choose to believe they are on the proper side of the political spectrum. That’s at least how I sleep at night.