You are not the father!!

You know you are in hell...
 

when the movers come to move some of my furniture...pull right up in the front yard...loud noise...they have just backed into my solid brick custom made mailbox and newspaper holder. A thousand bricks imploded and my house goes on the market tomorrow. Nice.

hell is....
 

when you go to Walmart on a weekend....especially before a storm :|

When U get that sinking feeling in your gut that says, OH SH*$!

You know you're in hell when ... you see no way out.

When you end your marriage but because you co-own your home with your ex, you can't legally kick him out, and you wouldn't anyway because his daughter (whose children you've been raising), her loser boyfriend, and her three kids are all there with you and if you kicked their mom and grandparent out, they'd take the kids no matter what effect it might have on them -- including threatening to move a 4lb newborn preemie who is on a heart/breathing monitor into a transient hotel -- making you the Evil One. Then your hell only increases when he's supposed to close on his new house mid-September, but it gets delayed to mid-October, then to mid-November with another two weeks after closing before they can move in because of repairs that are needed.

I am living in hell.

You win. :blink:

Well, I'm able to keep perspective that there are FAR worse hells than this to live in. My hell WILL end, and I am able to survive it and will come out of it not just unscathed but better than ever.

When heaven seems so far away

You can't get any cell phone coverage, or wifi.

when BFP disappears and you have no access to the games..damn I was jonesing to play mahjong!

When the good and careful renovation contractors who've picked up your moldy floor after a destructive hurricane discover that the main beams, (sills), of your house have extensive rot which will be very expensive to fix, then they notice a problem with the foundation. Well, it's supposed to be a foundation, and the previous contractor who put it in charged you full price for a foundation, but it doesn't hold anything up, and it's not built right, either. The open floor has revealed that they never filled the block, which has been deliberately laid in the wrong place. They built a false wall across the front of your house that looked exactly like a foundation so that they didn't have to do any hard work. It's scenery masquerading as a foundation, and will need to be rebuilt with money that's supposed to raise the house.

Then the bonded, licensed, careful house builder tells you that raising the house to get a basement, which is the Holy Grail you've been working into your plans for several years, will cost three times the amount of funds FEMA will provide for raising the house, and will take three times longer than you thought, (as if you could afford it anyway). Then, when you come home from a long dentist appointment you discover that someone has slashed your tire.

You know that you're in Hell when the most pleasant part of your day was getting four cavities filled. At least my teeth look nice.

When you go from having three cars to having NONE... like THAT :|

When every conversation with your mother ends with the "If you would just find a man to knock you up..."

No matter who often I tell her I'm gay, it's always the "you just haven't found the right one" NO, I HAVE.. you just refuse to accept her. Which breaks my heart, and hers. Which I can not abide. You've hurt me for 40 years, you will not have an opportunity to do that to my sweet sweet boy.

you realize you have neglected to push down all the storm windows and the 21 degree temps tonight are singing in thru the screens on all your windows...

and because of my shoulder surgery, my arm/shoulder does not bend to pull this off NOW.


damn hell is so friggin COLD :cold:

hell......

when your team is down 24 points in a MUST WIN game....

When you walk outside and the frigid air pierces your body, everything is dead or gray and dismal and there is an inch of ice on the windshield.