1008 - Part One

I've been thinking about my house a lot lately. I don't think I could ever love a worldly possession as much as I love that house. It's my blood, sweat and tears. Literally. And some of my dad's blood and sweat. And my moms sweat and pee. But that's another story...

Ask anyone. When you think about my house you think about moth balls. I had a bit of a snake situation. A helpful neighbor suggested I use moth balls in the attic to keep them away. I should have considered that her house stunk like moth balls and meatloaf before taking her advice.

The snake in the attic really was the last straw. So after my cousin's husband retrieved the bugger I had him toss a few boxes of moth balls all over the attic. He asked if I really wanted him to use them all. Of course! This was serious. If one box was good, two was better. I told him to chuck them all over - wing 'em like baseballs.

Before I knew it that smell had taken over. Everything smelled like moth balls. EVERYTHING! My phone smelled like moth balls. Crackers tasted like moth balls. It was so bad I had to gut my attic and replace a refrigerator. How Josh stuck around for this phase is still beyond me. The worst part is that the moth balls weren't even effective! It was all a lie.

Moth balls and all, I really miss that place. It was all mine. I never worked so hard on anything in my whole life. I had never been so proud of myself. That house was the biggest piece of my master plan. I'm just glad that I got to enjoy it for the short time that I did. Because we all know that plans change.