Tonight I ran over and popped the groovy “7308″ numbers off the house, drug the boat to the back of the yard, took down the last 6 jute blinds and hauled the last two window units over to the rental.
A couple of observations: 1) This would have all been a lot easier without a hole in the living room floor and a 2 foot drop into rubble out the front door. 2) Apparently, no one is going to stop a dude in loud plaid pants from popping the numbers off a house with a screw driver and a box cutter in the middle of the night.