The last thing I should be doing right now is, to use my mom's excellent phrase, playing blog. In a few hours, the inspector comes over to do the final inspection of the addition I have been building on our house for, oh, about a year and a half. I actually was mostly finished almost a year ago, but we ran out of money and my wife had to go back to work and I had to watch the kids, so it was a little tough to get around to doing some of the small but important stuff like putting handrails on the deck. Nonetheless, we have been happily living in the remodeled house--which, like our family, is twice the size it was a couple years ago--since last September. Without the benefit of a final inspection or Certificate of Occupancy. So, if the inspector, who I have not yet met, is a ballbuster, I suppose he could inflict all kinds of bureaucratic and financial pain on us.
Update/Buzzkill: Herr Inspektor's heart was cold indeed. I have a list of twelve items I need to take care of before he will sign off on the inspection, some of them small, and some of them potentially a big headache. Many of these items were passed by other inspectors along the way, but that doesn't matter.