"Now what?!"
Oh my god. Oh, my fucking god.
Okay, so, first, there's the leak in the computer room window. I mentioned that the other day. Well, the day after that, we sprung a small leak in the bedroom window. You know, the one we had replaced not two years ago.
Also, during the big storm a few days back, Jesus H. Christ, the downstairs room once again flooded with fucking water. Apparently it is from the bay window, which we think has sprung a leak that we can't find. This is the bay window that sits directly under the torrent of water that cascades off the side of the house because the guttering is so fucking awful. So the floor of my downstairs room got so drenched that when I stepped on the low-pile carpet, visible ripples spread across the surface. And of course, now that it's drying out, it's horrible and smelly because of the mildew.
I thought that would be the worst of it, but no. I was wrong. Today Sargon goes outside to work on his sword, and comes back in with a funny look on his face. "We have a little structural problem," he says. I go outside to look and lo and behold, on the east side of the house the brickwork has fucking collapsed and fallen right off the house.
There is an enormous hole in the façade, going right down to the wood underneath. THERE IS A HOLE IN MY HOUSE. There is a hole in my house, and a ginormous pile of bricks and mortar and tar paper and other assorted shit in my fucking side yard.
Apparently, it collapsed during the storm, and we didn't notice it because a) it's a part of the house we don't go look at very often because it's on the far side of absolutely everything, and b) we weren't apparently here when it happened.
Christ. Now we have to file an insurance claim, and hopefully they'll pay for the repairs.
Jesus. You will note that this shit started happening as soon as we announced our intention of moving, and started seeing other houses. This fucking house, it knows it's a goner and it is trying to drive us crazy, or suck up so much money that we can't afford to fucking move.
The one bright spot in all of this cockshit fuckery is that we went to look at a very nice house today, and we like it well enough that we're going to look at it again tomorrow with my dad. I am guardedly optimistic.
At this point, just about anything would be a trade up. This house is literally falling down around our ears.
I've got one thing to ask of you all: throw some positive vibes out there for us so that we have the strength to get through this without me fucking killing someone.
Okay, so, first, there's the leak in the computer room window. I mentioned that the other day. Well, the day after that, we sprung a small leak in the bedroom window. You know, the one we had replaced not two years ago.
Also, during the big storm a few days back, Jesus H. Christ, the downstairs room once again flooded with fucking water. Apparently it is from the bay window, which we think has sprung a leak that we can't find. This is the bay window that sits directly under the torrent of water that cascades off the side of the house because the guttering is so fucking awful. So the floor of my downstairs room got so drenched that when I stepped on the low-pile carpet, visible ripples spread across the surface. And of course, now that it's drying out, it's horrible and smelly because of the mildew.
I thought that would be the worst of it, but no. I was wrong. Today Sargon goes outside to work on his sword, and comes back in with a funny look on his face. "We have a little structural problem," he says. I go outside to look and lo and behold, on the east side of the house the brickwork has fucking collapsed and fallen right off the house.
There is an enormous hole in the façade, going right down to the wood underneath. THERE IS A HOLE IN MY HOUSE. There is a hole in my house, and a ginormous pile of bricks and mortar and tar paper and other assorted shit in my fucking side yard.
Apparently, it collapsed during the storm, and we didn't notice it because a) it's a part of the house we don't go look at very often because it's on the far side of absolutely everything, and b) we weren't apparently here when it happened.
Christ. Now we have to file an insurance claim, and hopefully they'll pay for the repairs.
Jesus. You will note that this shit started happening as soon as we announced our intention of moving, and started seeing other houses. This fucking house, it knows it's a goner and it is trying to drive us crazy, or suck up so much money that we can't afford to fucking move.
The one bright spot in all of this cockshit fuckery is that we went to look at a very nice house today, and we like it well enough that we're going to look at it again tomorrow with my dad. I am guardedly optimistic.
At this point, just about anything would be a trade up. This house is literally falling down around our ears.
I've got one thing to ask of you all: throw some positive vibes out there for us so that we have the strength to get through this without me fucking killing someone.