we went to our house because it is in theory closing in july — for a motherfucking jalapenos? wtf is that shit? — and thus we’re trying to get as much delicious our house quality time in as possible.
i felt sickly and gross. but seriously, it was the only high point of an utterly abysmal weekend. i do feel a bit douchey going there so much when we haven’t been in forfuckingever because it feels lame. like, where were we when our house needed support, you know?
but i guess if the owner feels like he’s tired of kicking back and counting all his bar money, then there’s precious little any of us could have done.
still, my heart is breaking a little at the thought of a future without our house.
