We thought putting up a couple manufactured homes — one for the lovely Michelle and me, the other for our grown daughter — on a pretty good-sized chunk of land would be a snap.
Man, were we wrong.
Among the county (which shall remain nameless) and its permitting rules, the bank (which shall remain nameless) and its inability to work out one minor funding issue with the builder (which shall remain nameless), the electric company (which shall remain nameless) and its inaccurate quote regarding amperage, and the clueless property manager (who shall remain nameless) at the apartment complex (which shall remain nameless) where we were renting while all these other nameless people and companies were defying logic at every turn, my patience was waning as quickly as my blood pressure was rising…