It's all falling apart!

 Ok. Me and Loser have been homeowners for the past 14 years. We are in our early 30's and are halfway through our mortgage.Score! However. A 14 year old, 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom doublewide (we bought 3 acres of land and we couldn't afford to buy a house) is falling to pieces a little at a time. Doors fall off hinges. Floors get a little spongy from 14 years of fabulous Florida humidity and bathtubs and washing machines overflowing. Siding starts to look a little more worn every year. Holes in the sheetrock. And what the hell is the problem with skirting? That crap never lasts.

 I sit in my living room and look around. I see boxes of crap that we took out of storage because I hated paying that much money to rude, nasty people every month. The floor we put down 10 years ago is coming up so there are bare patches everywhere. The kids' bedroom doors are gone from years of slamming and abuse. The kids' bathroom mirror was broken a while back. The linoleum in the kitchen is stained from crap falling on it and the washing machine overflowing quite a few times. (we have terrible luck with appliances)

 I sit and think *It's a 14 year old double wide. They weren't meant to last forever* However, It still burns my ass that it looks crappy. Soon we are building a shed to store all the stuff we had in storage. We are planning on recarpeting the living room and dining room because I hate hardwood. I like to be barefoot and hate walking on dirt. I would be sweeping and swiffering all day long. Running a vacuum around once a day seems much better. And it's warmer in the winter. Suck it up.

 I'm repainting both rooms and hopefully the kitchen. I have NEW furniture. The very first set of new furniture I have ever had. I was always leary of it with the kids. I have tablezilla in my dining room. It's big, wooden and seats 10 people. I LOVE this table.

 The yard is another ball of grass altogether. Not much grows in the front half of the yard. The back part, By the house has fantastic, thick, green grass. I just can't for the life of me think of anything to do with it. Wait. I know JUST what I want to do with it.

 And herein lies the main problem. All this crap costs mucho monies. So until I get word that the rich uncle I didn't know about kicks it and leaves me all his money or I come up with the next big internet scam, I'll just sit on my loverly new couch, Look at my horrible floor, Glare at the boxes that seem to mock me even more every day of my life and weep into my very strong alocoholic drink.

 Very strong.

 And by the way, It may be old, falling apart and ugly But IT'S CLEAN DAMNIT!