The Cubicle’s Backporch

Last year, Mr. C wanted to buy lake property. We had just started our jobs, didn’t have any money saved up and had mucho credit card debt… so I said I didn’t think it was a good idea and we should wait for a couple months to get some debt paid off and go from there. I also said that I didn’t want to buy property without being married.

Fast forward to yesterday and in my typical makes-decision-and-doesn’t-want-to-wait style, I decided I wanted to buy the lake property we had looked at. Since we’ll never get married, I don’t want to wait around to have a cool lake house. Plus, it will fit into our budget since we’re a month away from paying off our new lawn mower. So I started looking at log cabins that we could put on our lake property. I find many, like this:

I pictured myself sunning on the deck, looking out on the lake.

I pictured my friends and family having a ‘retreat’ to go to.

I pictured many, many nights of drinking.

The master bedroom opens up onto a balcony. I pictured many naked love-making nights on said balcony.

I got Mr. C excited enough (We can save 15% if we order a log cabin this month!!) that I could’ve had him signing his name on anything.

Then he called our friends who own the property next to the property we had been eyeing.

It’s been sold. For $4k less than what it was already under-priced at.

The wind went out of my sales. I cursed the old couple with the camper who bought OUR lake property. Then Mr. C pointed out that HE wanted to buy it LAST YEAR and he KNEW this would HAPPEN. So I spat at him that we couldn’t have afforded it last year. Then I threw the newly-purchased vacation-homes-floor-plan book on the floor. I whined that everytime I get excited about something I get let down. I cried that nothing ever goes my way. I wanted to tell him that since we’re obviously NEVER GETTING MARRIED, I could AT LEAST HAVE A LAKEHOUSE.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen… I threw a huge hissy fit. Because, DAMN IT, I wanted that lake property. It was perfect. It was flat, right next to our friends down at the lake, it was perfect.

Of course Mr. C was calm through my fit, saying that we were going down there for Memorial Day (PFT! That’s almost TWO MONTHS AWAY!) we could look at other property for sale, or even talk to the old farts who bought the place and see if we could buy it from them for a couple grand more.

I suggested going down there this weekend to look for property.

He laughed and said “We can wait until next month.”

So then I took my arm and pushed all the mail off the table. And gave him a “So there” look. Then I curled up on the couch and pouted. Big time.

I’m such a bitch.

I think my little fit came from being cooped up (ha! like my chickens!) for far too long. We’re making money and it just goes to paying bills… yeah we’re going on vacation in JUNE. But that’s MONTHS away.

Damn it. I wanted that lake property.

Tags: Lake House, My Life

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