Home ownership is an entirely new animal. Sure it hurts your wallet and your social life - but perhaps nothing takes a hit quite like your pride.
Case in point -
I climbed up on top of my garage to clear a bunch of old sticks, leaves and other debris before the always fun Cleveland winter. All is well, I scrape everything off and do acrobatic sex moves to maneuver around the power lines. All in all, I looked like a badass.
But then it was time to get down.
You see, I hadn't secured the ladder on level ground - so every time I went to take a step, the ladder would slide out from under me.
In other words, I was stuck on the roof.
Of course, this would not have been such a big deal if it had not been the last nice weekend of the fall - so every single one of my neighbors was also outside doing yardwork.
I know the polite "Hey nice to see you but I don't want to talk to you" neighbor wave.
As well as the "I would talk to you but I am in the middle of this job and can't stop" wave.
What I haven't learned is the "Oh my god I have a terminal case of Embarrassment and I will now commence a three month period in which I don't leave my house for fear of having to explain to you why I am sitting on the roof of my garage screaming for my roommate to come hold the ladder so I can get down" wave.
Practice makes perfect.