I’ve decided I hate home ownership.  No, I’m never late on my payments (as a matter of fact, twice this year, I’ve actually made DOUBLE payments on my house accidentally, and left myself cleaned out), and I’m not one of those pernicious shitbricks who bought a house she couldn’t afford in hopes of turning a quick profit, and is now suffering because she can’t make payments.  I’m also not one of those irresponsible nimrods who allowed the mortgage companies to convince her to buy a house she couldn’t afford at a variable rate, because I was stupid enough to actually think that interest rates would remain low forever. 

No, that’s not me.

I’m responsible.  I pay my bills on time. 

I help out my friends financially when they need it. 

So why the hell does my house hate me?

This winter, the upstairs heater blew out. I had to call a professional.

A month later the heater downstairs blew out.  Same problem. I had to call a professional.

A few weeks later, the dishwasher decided to flood my house.  It was an easy fix not performed by me, but a professional.  It cost me $90 just to have him come out and tell me that there was a knife caught somewhere inside the insidious depths of my dishwasher.

The kitchen faucet decided it was going to stop working.  $187 later a very nice plumber fixed it.

My washer broke a few weeks later.  Busted pump.

And today… the garage door.  The main spring snapped and broke in two.  The wire cord that pulls the garage door up has snapped.  I wonder how much it’s going to cost to fix…

I feel like my house is conspiring against me.  Every time I put money in savings and think I’m doing well, I have to take it right back out to pay for something broken in my house.  I’m beginning to think it’s a liberal ploy to keep me destitute, because – DAMMIT! – if everyone in the country can’t put money in savings every month, NO ONE friggin’ will, right?

I’m beginning to think I need to do a Pagan ritual in my house to rid it of evil spirits who insist on breaking things.  Maybe I’ll do that tonight.  Anyone have a goat I can sacrifice?

NOTE: to those of you who are sarcasm-challenged, I’m really not going to sacrifice a goat on the altar of non-broken appliances, and yes, I’m perfectly aware that animal sacrifices aren’t cool in Paganism – at least not the modern type.  Your goats are safe with me, so shut up in advance, OK?