I fell out of the trailer the other day. Sounds hard to do, doesn’t it? It’s surprisingly easy though. (I was completely sober, by the way.)
There’s not a mark on me, no broken bones, no one witnessed it. (Not even the cat!) (I could explain how something so ridiculous could actually happen, but that would take the mystery out of it!)
But it shows you how dangerous trailer living can be! It’s not all about tornadoes and stuff! Just last week we had a sewer gas back-up that would have killed us if the overpowering STENCH wasn’t present to tell us something was “wrong”!!!!
This place will kill us yet – and we haven’t even seen the electric bill!!
But we’ll be out of it soon. We had the 1st floor electric in the house changed. Now we have to wait for the gas to be turned on in about 2-3 weeks (or “whenever” they can get to us, but it’ll cost $$ since the house wasn’t actually demolished, which of course we’ll fight,…sigh…why?).
THEN we’ll move back into the house.
Hey, at least it kept things moving, or SEEMING to move anyway! I mean, look at it this way: No, we had no idea it would – or even could! – progress this way. But otherwise what would we have been doing? Sitting in the house. Waiting. At least this way, we were kept busy.
Nah. I could do w/o this!