On this episode we'll find out how a newlywed couple tackles a mini-crisis together, when they discover that their home is infested in with mold that's growing on and in half of what they own. See how they react when they learn that insurance covers...drumroll, please...nothing.
I am aware that the picture is sideways. The image file is right but Blogger keeps uploading it this way. I tried about four times to correct before just giving up, as it seems on par for this week anyhow.
So I spent Saturday sifting through all of our moldy belongings, which was delightful. Photo albums that smell like asscrack, leather jackets that now appear to be fur coats, and a handful of fat spiders just to add to the party. My husband wasn't there to help, as he's now working seven days a week in order to help us afford to replace some of our luxuries like - oh, say....winter boots.
Er, scratch that.
Did I say my husband?
Don't be so sure.
Due to a clerical error, we discovered we are quite likely not legally married. We're waiting to hear what the marriage court says and if our license is rejected we'll be having another lavish wedding - this time in our PJs, at the courthouse. Even the Kardashians don't get married once a month. I'm hoping we hear back in time to get married on the 28th - the one month anniversary of that apparently illegitimate wedding.
We're excited to purchase a second marriage license, because we like throwing money around recklessly.
Mark was beatboxing.
And tickling me.
And professing loudly how this sunset made him feel one with me and our bond was deepening inside his soul...purely to make me uncomfortable and to irritate the poor guy a few yards down also trying to quietly watch the sun go down.
Today, though, I was sure I'd have an hour or two to relax. I curled up with the book I'm reading, Assholes Finish First, and Gabby pounced.
|Seriously. I can't even upload a picture without issues.|