Well, I just moved into my new home. A cozy, little three bedroom attached to its own driveway and garage, something that I've underestimated the value of. The neighborhood is quiet, full of senior citizens whose only care is making sure they don't get their medications confused. The lawn is so soft it's almost as if God layed the plush carpet of grass down himself. There's a spacious backyard with plenty of running room for my rottweiler to dart after squirrels and birds.
Sounds peachy right? If you look at the picture of my backyard, you see that corner patch of dirt where God's carpet use to be? Well, that's where all the peachy descriptions end. Yes, I went ballsy on my family and moved us into a true fixer-upper. How much of a fixer-upper is it, you ask? The picture below shows where I patched drywall over a gaping hole. The previous owners had the idea that it would be near genius to build a refrigerator IN THE WALL.
That patch of dirt in the backyard, that was where a makeshift deck used to be. It was built right in front of the back door, and I do mean literally right-in-front-of-the-door. I got a plumber coming to visit me this weekend because the kitchen sink refuses to drain. And before you barrage me with all your DIY suggestions, don't bother, I've tried them all. So I called the nice, little plumber man to come and snake my drain from the roof of the house and when he comes down he's going to hand me a nice, little plumber bill that says, "Fuck you, pay me."
I might use this as my introduction to my next blog, but I'm not sure what to title it yet. I'm thinking maybe I'll title it "Home Sweat Home", or "2 Hammers & 1 Nail" has a nice ring to it too. Irregardless of which I choose, it would make for a nice chronicle of events to write about. I finally sketched out my "to-do-list", so now each weekend I have something to do and, subsequently, something to write about. Yippee!
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