Two syllables every homeowner loves to hear upon entering the door.

Now I’m wondering what two syllables are the most loved.  “Dog poop”?  “Past due”?  “Guess what?”  The syllables that really come to mind are bro-ken.

I remember fondly the days of apartment living, when I’d bitch about sharing walls with strangers, not being able to paint the walls any color I wanted, and wasting money every month when I could be building equity.

Earlier I mentioned that our heat went out and our roof leak returned worse than ever, all between Christmas and the second week in January.  Since that post, our new neighbors’ movers drove through our yard, digging out a chunk and leaving 8 inch deep tire tracks in the soft earth that will both have to filled and re-seeded.  During the painting of our bathroom trim (which was installed in 2003 and I have just never gotten to), the pipes behind our sink began leaking and apparently that particular size of pipe isn’t made anymore or something.  We’ve been through two replacements already, with SKUs matching those on the originals, and no dice.  Tonight I came home to find that our front spicket had exploded, coating everything in our front yard with icicles and apparently causing someone to call Metro to come turn off our water.

It’s not all that bad, really.  It could be worse and there will come times when it will be.  But days like this….I really wish I had a magical landlord that could swoop in on his unicorn, wave his wand and make all this stuff better without it taking a chunk out of my wallet.