Just when I thought it was OK to start planning ahead.... Wham... right in the mevonks.
Just found out that the heater needs to be replaced before we can sell this flippin' house. Heating element is cracked leaking carbon monoxide and will cost us a frickin' fortune to replace it... "Just when you think you are out... they pull you back in." I'd swear that this house is a soul trap and won't let me leave.
This is when I am tempted to torch the place just so I don't have to deal with it anymore.
My patience wears dangerously thin... Must... control... the anger....
I just want to be free... is that too much to ask? Really?
Where is the exit? It is like I am drunk and can't find the door to save myself. Where is it?