There's nothing to say

Everything has just gone to shit in the past 24 hours, and I don't even know how to talk about it.

I'll try though. I guess.

So there's the truck. Rich went up to take a look at it after the service station closed last night. He popped the hood and found my engine in pieces, even though we hadn't given them permission to work on it. They even took the spark plugs out, leaving that section open to possible moisture which could destroy it. Needless to say he was pissed.

This morning I went to flush the toilet in the main bathroom and it wouldn't flush. Now there's a bunch of toilet paper sitting at the bottom of the bowl. I don't even know where the plunger is, so I can't try to fix it.

Rich went to take a shower, and when he turned the hot water knob it just spun. It's completely stripped. He had to take the handle off and use a wrench to turn the water on, which is now looking so ghetto it's lovely.

Rich stormed out of the house.

I went to fill Livvie's pool and the spigot outside is now spraying water everywhere. And when I say everywhere, I mean I got totally soaked in about 3 seconds. 

I guess we need a plumber. Which we can't afford.

Plus there was the attempt at car shopping yesterday, which was rendered impossible due to the fact that our loan is for $14k, and everything and its pet duck costs from $16k up. Everything that gets decent gas mileage anyway.

Now Livvie won't nap.

I need this day to go away so I can start over.

Oh, and I forgot to mention: Rich's coworker has been offered a new job making a ton more money, so he'll be giving his notice at the end of the month. That leaves Rich alone in the office having to work twice as much. He's already working upwards of 65 hours a week. 

Yeah, we need a do over.