House Affairs or Welcome to Hell Part Deux or Mein Leben Ist Die Hoelle

Please refer to my post from March 2014 to so you can shake your head in wonder.  Also, so you can understand the above title.

This month marks the 6 year anniversary of living in this house.   

Cue soothing music and birds singing

The house I bought for Krista, Kyle and me after the fire.  The house I bought because it was fairly new and should be free of problems.  The house that has sprung water leaks every year I have lived here.   

 Note to Universe:

I think there might be a slight communication breakdown.   

 

How does “please send help” translate into “please send multiple disasters”??  Can we just ixnay on the isastersday now?  

Perhaps you were thinking I still needed water to battle the 80 foot flames that changed our lives forever? 

  

 Here’s a news flash – the fire was SEVEN years ago.  This is not helping.  Just saying.   

I don't mean to complain so much, but geesh, can I get a break?  I'm ready for good stuff - lots and lots of good stuff.  I know everything happens for a reason, and the fire and all these challenges have taught me a lot about spiritual growth and inner strength, and actually, a lot of things have improved ... but could we just jump ahead to the happy ending??  I'm ready for outrageously GOOD things now, I promise!!

In case you are looking for what to send me next,  how about a dozen yellow roses?  (I’m from Texas, you know.) Oh!  Also, could you just tie a stash of Woodrow Wilsons to that bouquet?  It would be a nice touch and would come in real handy right now. Please and thank you in advance.

 Just to clarify, I would really prefer the above suggestion to a hazmat tent in my bedroom.   

WHY??

Welcome to my home.  What's left of it.