And She Gave Us the Big “FUCK YOU!”
Well all, we’re in our new house finally! I’ve had the shakes. Withdrawl from the Internet. I’ve not even had email since Wednesday! I don’t know how I”ve survivied. Oh do I have stories. But here’s the best of them all to tide us all over. Promise I’ve got pics of hot firemen moving our junk from house to house to satisfy all the girls out there. And some of the guys. 
So… I had a hard time letting go of my first house. Even though we were totally moved out on Thursday, I insisted that we keep a key so we could check the mail one last time on Friday before I committed to turning the house over to someone who would inevitably not take care of her like we did. So on Friday we grab the mail and I get ready to say my tearful good-byes. I’m in the kitchen writing a note to the new owner about how I hope he loves the house as much as we did when I hear something. “Drip…….drip……drip…..” Long story short: when we undid the fridge the faucet to the back of the fridge started leaking. It leaked for 24+ hours. By the time we got to the house the walls in the kitchen and on the backside in the master bedroom were totally toast. All squishy and you could just push a finger right through. Oh, and the ENTIRE master was totally squishy because the water got sucked up into the carpet pad. So now we’re just waiting to hear what kind of $$ we’re going to have to fork out to fix a house that’s not even technically ours.
Hey old house: FUCK YOU TOO! In our next installation: why our new house is perfect and in our good favor. Well, besides that slight (read: MAJOR) tiki fuel spill in our new garage.
