About two weeks ago our area was hit by what is called a "derecho" which, if you're too lazy to click on the link I've provided, I understand to be defined as a land hurricane...whatever that means. Our house fared well and we never lost power during the 10 minute onslaught of wind and rain but it was the first time I ever considered running down into the basement for safety. Instead, I found myself nervously hovering around the foyer, holding onto a sleepy Alexandra who I'm sure felt my anxiety, and readying to bolt at any given second. Once the worst of it seemed to be over I took Alex back upstairs and nervously checked my phone over and over again for signs of another storm all while praying Marcus, who was driving home from Ohio, made it home safely which he did.
This is all to say that the house we dwell in was lucky as were the occupants. The house we own in Dahlgren was not so lucky. A giant tree split into three pieces and came crashing down around it, destroying the AC unit which is unfortunate because we just had one whole week of above 100 degree temperatures. Luckily, nobody was hurt and there was relatively minor damage to the house itself. Despite how minor the damage was though has resulted in a $12,500 bill. That's right. Twelve thousand five hundred dollars.
Who has that kind of money? I don't know anyone (personally) who has money like that lying around. So, I've come up with ways to make that money.
First, I've already sold Alexandra into child labor. Those tiny little fingers have got to be good for something and it's about time she started bringing in her fair share anyway.
Second, I have resigned myself to hooking. I feel like it's a market previously unexplored in our area and as such could be a really lucrative career choice for me.
Third, given Marcus's previous history in college (think Magic Mike but on a considerably less grander scale) I have decided he will need to seek a second job as a male stripper. He can't give up his day job because that pays very well and we'll need as much cash flowing as possible. The problem is he's lost a lot of weight recently due to his job being so busy and his "forgetting" to eat (seriously, I hate men) so he'll have to beef up but other than that I think he'll find a second job isn't all that bad.
That's it. My three, fail-proof ways to make some extra money and pay for the repairs to the house. If Marcus had his way he'd do all of the work himself but I've tried to make it known that not having a bathroom or closet is becoming unacceptable...and I think he's finally starting to listen. Maybe. Probably not. Hell, who am I kidding? He's not listening.
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