I go on a skiing trip for less than three days and what the fuck do I come home to? A FLOODED KITCHEN AND COLLAPSED BASEMENT CEILING, ALONG WITH SAID BASEMENT BEING FLOODED!
On top of vowing to never own a home, I'm never going to own an ice maker. The ice maker at my parents' house is a huge fucking pain in the ass, and the ice maker here at my grandparents' house is an even bigger pain in the ass. What the fuck do I need ice for WHEN IT SNOWED 5 INCHES WHILE I WAS GONE?!?!?!!?
Tomorrow, instead of waking up late and going to work at noon I get to wake up early, drive to my other grandma's house to get my parents' wet-vac, and go at the basement. I then get to move on to shoveling said 5 inches of snow.
Of course this all happens when my grandparents go to Florida, so I'm stuck taking care of this problem entirely by myself. Fuck my life.
NEVER. EVER. BUYING. A. HOUSE.