Forget you. Forget you. Forget you. You’re cool. I’m out.

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Seriously. I quit. I’m done. I want out. I want a new life. If anyone knows of any crimes I can witness that will get us into the Witness Protection Program…please let me know. Because right now, that’s the only way I see out of this disaster.

So far we have spent $400.00 on trying to fix this disaster that passes for a “house”. When last I updated on “The Leak” we were trying to figure out how we were going to afford to replace 2 toilets for an additional $400.00. Apparently, once again, that was the least of our concerns.

After the guy snaked the lines everything was running much better. We breathed a sigh of relief. We dared to think that maybe, just maybe our luck was beginning to turn around. Maybe the rain was going to stop and things were going to get better. *insert insane laughter here* Yeah, right. That might happen if we were talking about someone else’s life. But this is MY LIFE. The life where things rarely go as they should. Where the sh*t storms last for weeks and months at a time. This is my life, where “bad” people do bad things and good people get the crap that bad people deserve.

Then we woke up this morning. We used the bathroom because it was fixed, right? WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

We flushed the toilet twice and everything was working fine. After the third person flushed, everything came back up. When I say everything, I mean everything. The toilet over-flowed so there’s stuff on the floor, which happens to be carpeted for reasons beyond my understanding. Stuff flowed back up into the bathtub. And we think, although we aren’t sure, that stuff came up/down from somewhere in the 1/2 bath on the first floor. Which means that snaking the line didn’t help the issue. Granted, it needed done anyway. However, financially we only can “afford” to what absolutely must be done. And I use the term “afford” very loosely here.

We are, quite literally, drowning in crap at the moment.

*side note* Does anyone know where my slightly altered quote in my title of this blog came from? It’s a movie that I haven’t watched since my partying days but the quote fits. (It’s supposed to be “F*ck you.” rather than “Forget you” but I’m trying not to cuss anymore. So “forget you” it is.)