Because everyone needs a little Snead.
Okay, so my hubby comes home early this month home and says it’s time to get go into debt and fix this place up. That’s unfortunate because late last year we decided to sell this house and move out into the ‘Burbs.
Then all hell broke loose in the house market. And in Florida, things are really bad. Why do we want to move? Honestly, because our neighborhood is filled with old homeowners that are dying off. And their thankless kids are selling their homesteads to less that desirable people in this hellish market.
We want out. But until the market rebounds, we’re stuck. So while we’re waiting, we decided to fix the place up. Light things, nothing big. Then METLIFE dumped our home owners insurance because we live in Florida and they tired of paying damage claims. Nice.
Translation: market sucks. Let’s make this joint sellable five years from now and get the hell out then.
HELOC time.
Debt. Saddness.
Visa card. Drunk with renovation power.
So we go down to the bank, hand over our first born child and get the money to start the insanity that has steadily taken over my house, my life and the ability to let Wellbutrin do it’s job.
Here is the short list of projects we’re consumed by.. er working on:
If there is more I refuse to list it because I will have stroke.
This is a hole in the wall. I have 35 of them.
Yes, I paid them to do this.
Yea, about that.
I felt like I have something to say, a point of view that is uniquely my own. I just read this sentence and I am watching way too much Project Runway. Anyway, you'll find tidbits about my life here, including my son's autism. But it's not the only thing going on with me.
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