I live in a basement..my in-laws basement to be exact. My husband and I thought it would be a great idea to move out of our house with our three kids and move into his parents house, when we decided to put our house up for sale. We thought with a house as small as ours it would sell easier if it was empty....we're fucking stupid.
My husband just graduated from Physician Assistant School. He's now got his Masters...wish that included experience....because that's what everyone wants. We have huge fucking student loans now...I hate them.
We have three kids...they now all share the room my husband grew up in. Oh and did I mention our house sold...but then the piece of shit backed out....I hate him. Fucktard. So 8 months now we've been living in a basement. 8 months of egg shells...and bacon. My father in law has a bacon addiction... bacon that he fries every morning in a gallon of crisco....I get fatter just smelling it.
Something about me...I like to craft...I'm not terribly creative but I muddle through. Living in a basement there's not a lot of room for creativity, most of the time I just want to sit on my ass and watch tv. Its a favorite past time of mine.
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