Yesterday was my 29th birthday, and guess what I got? Foreclosure.
It's been a damn long time since we've been able to pay the mortgage, so it's not like it's a complete surprise. It's just that every payday, the money is gone before we get it, paying the daycare and the power and the loans etc. So here we are.
This weekend we start moving stuff into my mom's house.
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- My deal consists of Jim Beam and hookers. I also like cheese. I live in a small town in Alabama with my son, my husband, our alien-like dog Rocky, sometimes my two step-daughters, and a ghost named Marty who makes us peanut butter sandwiches. It's irritating because Marty always leaves knives covered in peanut butter in the kitchen sink, and who do you think has to clean that up? PHIL, IS WHO.
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1 comment:
Bummer. Bummer. Bummer.
Hmmm... every time I type some bit of advice or saying that might bring this into perspective it just sounds pandering, so I'll just say that all of us out here are hoping the best for you and your family.
Ah, here's one: This too shall pass.
Thom
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