We had our first chilly night of the season last night and I'm ready to head to Florida. My aching joints would appreciate it so much! So, being up at this bizarre time of the morning and with nothing better to do I started searching mobile homes for sale in the town where my dad lives. Found a beautiful home, at a price we could easily afford out of our retirement savings, there's just one problem. It's not only in the same retirement village my dad lives in, according to the address, it's right next door! Hmm, happy joints vs. a seriously ticked off Dad. Decisions! Decisions!