One time during one of our many drives to Florida I saw a house on the back of a truck. Now I thought I had seen everything, so I turned to hubby and said “They must like their house so much that they are taking it on vacation with them.” He looked at me, and asked what I was talking about so I told him. He had said quite some time ago that some people fly, and pay to have their car delivered to them at the destination. During our drive I get bored, and tired so I try to find ways to keep everyone on their toes. I was only kidding by my comment, because I was saying that these people must have a lot off love for their house in order for them to want to take it with them. That’s when I got a long boring story on manufactured homes. That was 5-10 minutes of my life that I will never get back. So now when we drive to Florida I try not to say anything, and it’s not easy because I see a lot of strange things on the way there.
With our economy in the tank I am tempted to take the house with me if I ever decide to move. Just unbolt it, and wheel it away. Don’t I wish it was that easy…?
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