What is it about house ownership that is so fantastic? Why is it that when someone doesn’t own their house they’re somewhat looked down upon? Pffft. You don’t OWN your house? Tell me. What is so fuckin’ great about ownership? You get to deal with mould in the basement, the yard needing a new fence, the diveway (yes, that was intentional) needing to be replaced. What’s so wonderful about that? And to top it all off we have to be responsible for taking out the trash, shoveling the driveway, cutting the grass and doing something about the gawd awful “garden” that was as overgrown as … well, my nether regions I’ve been meaning to trim up, when I have a moment…

So, tell me, what do you love SOOO much about the fact that you own your house, because truthfully, I can’t think of a damn thing.

This morning after Carter’s bath I went to the basement to be greeted by a huge puddle on the carpet and a sagging ceiling tile that is threatening to explode revolting bathwater as soon as it’s touched.

Fucking great.

A fitting is cracked on a pipe, which is not a HUGE deal, just a royal pain in the ass. Hopefully it’s a small job and just a couple ceiling tiles will need replacing.

Couldn’t Mike do it? You ask. Well, Mike is about as handy with household stuff as he is a programming computers. Did I mention that he was able to erase an ENTIRE hard drive and not know what he did? Yeah. Handy. But give him a piece of heavy equipment - a crane, a drill rig, or a loader - then he can actually accomplish something besides destructing it.

Thank God for the fact that we have a contractor friend who is on the way over because, dammit, I wanna have a shower. I think I smell like something the cat dragged in (not mine though, he’s such a damn chicken shit).