And So We Endeavor...

One day two weeks ago, I was at work and received a call from my d00d regarding a notice on the front door of my apartment. It seemed that the management of our apartment complex had chosen us as one of the lucky winners of a free apartment inspection the very next morning. Additionally, at no extra charge, we'd also simultaneously be receiving a free bug spray of the entire apartment. Apparently roaches are breeding in my dishwasher. yummehz.

So I asked my boss if I could go home and commence to detox the hole that we call home in order for my place to be ready for inspection the following morning. He said 'sh0re!' and so I went home and scrubbed for 6 hours.

The next day, my boss came into my office with a printout of a Deliverance movie poster with photos of a single wide on a lil lot by the lake. Yesssssssssss! As a little girl, I fantasized about living in a 22 year old mobile home with half the back skirt ripped off, holes in the floor and a three legged dog living underneath of it. I was crazy excited.

The next day, I called the owner who just so happened to be the nicest truck driver ever. He apparently loved my voice and this, coupled with the fact that the house needed 2038423084 dollars worth of repairs prompted him to give me no down payment and the first month free if I decided to move in.

Dudes, I was so there. The next night, we drove through shit ass Dallas gridlock traffic in blinding rain with one windshield wiper working to a dirt road off of a dirt road on a dirt road to the place on the lake.

We all jumped out and Maria waited on the rickety, slippery, untreated porch, as I ran around the perimeter of the yard screaming that 'A THREEE LEGGED DOG IS CHAAAASING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' and that's when I knew..

We were home.