The time limit for recovering depreciation is typically 1 year from the date of loss, but you can request 6 month extension in writing (before the 1 year expires). Your policy language may vary. You should still show them that you had the work done so that it will be fully covered for the next storm.
Only been there a few times, but I agree...
1. Still in college but GF in the Woodlands. Let's drive 8 hours to space land to go to a party at her boss' house.
2. Running back in forth from Beaumont for insurance work. Pull over in the hood for car trouble with a 40cal in hand. They didn't want none.
3. Visit a friend in Kingwood during the same insurance runs. Cooled off some bar fights. Fiend was on crutches or we probably would have gone full Toby Keith.
I had these forever then they went away. A couple show up every now and then, but not nearly as many as before. They love the pantry and did get into some cereal I think. Our drinking straws are stored vertically in a cup. I grabbed one and took a sip and got to find out how the larvae taste.
Re-watch it with the sub-titles on. It's a great way to spend your time. There's a scene when the Pikey drivel is so thick that it just reads, "pikey-pikey-pikey".
Commando was my favorite when I was a kid. Look at all that fucking gear!
So, on a tangent here....when I was growing up in Abilene at a super religious non-denominational church, we had "childeren's church" of course. We were an "Army for God" and we could earn tickets for dressing up like John down there (or knowing your Bible verses by memory). I would bring a fucking Rambo knife laced into my tactical vest and as many fake but real-as-shit looking guns as I could reasonably holster. We had a canteen store for buying more cool army shit. The Christian/Army puppet shows were fucked up. Good times. Good times.
I remember being in JV morning football practice. We knew the verdict was coming any minute and we would probably find out at lunch right after practice. We were in the huddle and I (T.E.) bet my buddy (W.R.) $20 that OJ was going to be found guilty. He took the bet, and not 30 seconds later our receiver coach comes running out of the locker room screaming "the Juice is Loose! The Juice is Loose!". I was pretty bumbed about the twenty bucks. Didn't really care about the verdict.