ShagmoorLounge

February 24, 2006

So it turns out my wife's dream house is a decrepit old shack falling off it's foundations. The roof is shot. The foundation needs reinforcement. It's still juicing off the old knob and tube. The galvanized is totally corroded. But hey, fuck it. It's got built ins and old moldings and a basement and an attic and hardwood floors.

I don't know. I added up all the shit and after the work is done what I paid for it will still be way less than what I can sell it for. If the market holds. I don't know. Fuck it. I'm self-employed. I need to declare some losses. It's not like I have a choice. If I don't let her go through with this there won't be any living with my wife. Not like we live together now, and we sure as hell won't be once we own a house.

Ah, married life. Here I am buying a house for my wife that I won't be living in. I get to pay for it. I get to pay for it to be fixed. Then I get to sell it. If she'll let me. S'okay. The trick to being married is to never ever live together.

I'm fucked.

The Shadow knows 9:46 PM
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