Spring break was a bust...

Spring break was a bust. I may have gotten some relaxation in, but stress was also a factor. That damned house mover didn't get my home moved into the lot. Yes... half of it is sitting on the street and our little building is sitting in the visitors parking, but mind you... the other half is still sitting on top of Coeburn Mountain. On the last good day of dry weather, he was no where to be found. If you ask me... we are getting exactly what we paid for... cheap work. But alas, it's all we could afford.

It may be moved before summer, but once summer gets here, I cannot promise that the man will get his money.

We are having to pay out 1100/mth in rent and mortgage. not to mention utilities.

Wanna know what string I'm on... the last one, the final straw... the end of my rope. I've had it. No matter how much I like these two, I'm almost ready to take out a civil suite against them. Y? for bringing drunken workers on the job site, for the mental anguish caused during this, for disrupting our lives in such a way that I am finding it difficult to live.

What else can I say?