"IT LIVES…" was my first thought this morning when I finally awoke from my nasty-cold-chills-cough stupor that has enveloped me for the past four days. It's awful how a little germ can beat you, stalk you, and shake you to your toes.
During a moment of lucidity, my friend Jag wrote there are two syllables every home owner hates: bro and ken. Together = broken. Poor Jag has had a broken heater, a roof leak, and now new neighbors whose movers tore up their yard with the moving truck. Oh yes… there have been even more things broken, leaving Jag to dream,
It’s not all that bad, really. It could be worse and there will come
times when it will be. But days like this….I really wish I had a
magical landlord that could swoop in on his unicorn, wave his wand and
make all this stuff better without it taking a chunk out of my wallet.
times when it will be. But days like this….I really wish I had a
magical landlord that could swoop in on his unicorn, wave his wand and
make all this stuff better without it taking a chunk out of my wallet.
Given the fact that we're about to have 300 feet of front yard dug up to replace our water line, I'm feeling Jag's pain. Home ownership is not cheap, for sure.
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