posted on Jun, 8 2018 @ 05:18 PM
So me and the wife were at a little sale on base in Germany they brought in a bunch of new whiskey and even had a rep from Macallan there to talk
shop with whoever wanted to.
We were looking for a special bottle to lay in and present to the kid on his 21st, or a special bottle that could potentially be sold at auction in 21
years.
We found a good one, and I bought the Macallan M, its a blend of 7 different casks with the oldest being from the 1940s... but very pricey. I checked
some apps that bring up cost and availibility of specific bottles, and this was 500 euro cheaper than any I could find anywhere stateside or
europe.
So we pulled the trigger and bought the last one, saw the bottle going for 1 thousand euro over what we paid on ebay that night, so in theory in 21
years this thing should be worth quite a bit. (yes the money will be his, I grabbed another Nato exclusive creation for us to drink together when he
turns 21)
Anyways onto the rant portion...we get home and their is a message from our renter so we call him back and he informs us that they found mold in both
upstairs bathrooms.
today we got the call form the contractor explaining what needed to be done and offering an option where they will take apart the wall between the two
rooms and make certain they get everything, then rebuild the wall.
How much.. pretty much every single penny I just spent on whiskey could have paid for this...FFS is allI could think.
Of course we have them going all the way, our kid when he is no longer on the every 3 hour feedings will be in the room right next to the problem area
so of course we want to do it right.
Just once... just once...can I not get the other shoe to drop so soon.
GAH... well at least the reserve thing is coming along, and I have networked to increase my odds in the civilian world once we have a definite day we
will be stateside, the kid is still looking good, wife is still healthy, she gets her next checkup tuesday.
So yea I shouldnt complain the important things are covered, just cant shake the irony about spending pretty much the exact amount needed for the
cleanup.
Time for a tumbler of whiskey.