Lil’ Miss and TheMan are at odds. You know what this means? Our weekend “get-away” is going to suck big fat donkey balls. TheMan is going to sulk around one part of the resort and expect me to hang with him. Lil’ Miss is going to do the exact thing, except she’s going to want the cell so she can be on with her little man the entire time. Can I just cry now and get it over with?
I was planning on getting my mud kickers out and going horseback riding with Lil’ Miss. I thought it would be fun if we rode around the trails alone for a couple of hours. Lil’ Miss has never been on a horse before and I figured she’d be quiet trying to stay on, so we could have some kind of meaningful conversation- you know, something that doesn’t include “My man said this…My man did that…My man, my man, my man”. My plan was for TheMan to keep Baby entertained at the petting zoo while I was enjoying the company of my eldest daughter again. It’s been so long, dontcha know? (Don’t worry, if you have future teenage girls you’ll understand eventually.) Guess that plan’s shot all to hell. Cuervo anyone?
The problem seems to be that we won’t let her little man accompany us on our very first trip to the resort. Seems that she thinks she just can’t live if he doesn’t come along. TheMan and I say “NO BABIES” because, well, we were teenagers oh-so in love before and we know what the fuck is going on inside their oh-so in love heads. Lil’ Miss is hurt and offended and promises not to kiss her man in front of us. So, since TheMan made the biggest stink, she can’t stand the sight of him right now. Lovely. And TheMan, well, he’s so damned delicate that his feelings are terrible hurt and he can’t bear the thought of it all.:laughing: What the hell? What’s going on with my family? I swear to Isis I think someone’s smoking something illegal and the fumes are coming through our furnace ducts. See? I’m not even making sense. Proves my point.
We sold the house again. We’re closing on Nov.12 on our current home and then closing on our new home Nov.13. We’ll have 21 days from then to get the hell out of this joint. Yay! Guess that’s a little exciting for me. We went over there this evening and turned on all the faucets, the dishwasher, the furnace, and the oven- just to make sure they all work (the water wasn’t on before, so MIL made sure they turned it on for us this time). Then we just hung out so MIL and I could argue about the decorating of said new house. What? You say it’s not MIL’s new house? You say that it’s my new house? You think she should shut the fuck up and get over herself? Um, yeah, I think you might be right. She’ll probably cry when she sees us put the furniture like I want the house. That’s ok, though. She’ll stop eventually.
Did I ever tell you about when I was in the hospital with Baby? She came in and rearranged my furniture? Oh, yeah. That went over like a ton of bricks. You should’ve seen her face when she came in the night I got home and saw it all back the way the lady of the house wanted it. Pure gold, I tell you, pure fucking comedy gold. Too bad that shit can’t be recreated. I didn’t even say anything to her (I said a lot about her, though, when I got home that day) and just sat looking oh-so innocent. She thought she’d do some shit and I’d leave it. Guess she forgot that there really are people out in the big wide world that have an actual backbone. And her husband married one. Hahahahahaha!
Ok, enough of that bullshit. I don’t even know why I’m bitching about that. I’ll get my way on the house. I’ve got no doubts about that. I’ll only scream to the computer. I promise I won’t use a microphone so you won’t hear me.
There’s nothing else, I guess. My life is still fucking boring. I’ve allotted myself so much time per day to do some surfing. Fuck it all. If TheMan gets hungry he knows how to put bologna, mayonnaise, and cheese between two slices of bread. Ya know? This does not mean I’ll do any commenting though. I’ve not got that much time. Geez! What do you people want from me?
Smoke More Reefer
Lil’ Miss and TheMan are at odds. You know what this means? Our weekend “get-away” is going to suck big fat donkey balls. TheMan is going to sulk around one part of the resort and expect me to hang with him. Lil’ Miss is going to do the exact thing, except she’s going to want the cell so she can be on with her little man the entire time. Can I just cry now and get it over with?
I was planning on getting my mud kickers out and going horseback riding with Lil’ Miss. I thought it would be fun if we rode around the trails alone for a couple of hours. Lil’ Miss has never been on a horse before and I figured she’d be quiet trying to stay on, so we could have some kind of meaningful conversation- you know, something that doesn’t include “My man said this…My man did that…My man, my man, my man”. My plan was for TheMan to keep Baby entertained at the petting zoo while I was enjoying the company of my eldest daughter again. It’s been so long, dontcha know? (Don’t worry, if you have future teenage girls you’ll understand eventually.) Guess that plan’s shot all to hell. Cuervo anyone?
The problem seems to be that we won’t let her little man accompany us on our very first trip to the resort. Seems that she thinks she just can’t live if he doesn’t come along. TheMan and I say “NO BABIES” because, well, we were teenagers oh-so in love before and we know what the fuck is going on inside their oh-so in love heads. Lil’ Miss is hurt and offended and promises not to kiss her man in front of us. So, since TheMan made the biggest stink, she can’t stand the sight of him right now. Lovely. And TheMan, well, he’s so damned delicate that his feelings are terrible hurt and he can’t bear the thought of it all.:laughing: What the hell? What’s going on with my family? I swear to Isis I think someone’s smoking something illegal and the fumes are coming through our furnace ducts. See? I’m not even making sense. Proves my point.
We sold the house again. We’re closing on Nov.12 on our current home and then closing on our new home Nov.13. We’ll have 21 days from then to get the hell out of this joint. Yay! Guess that’s a little exciting for me. We went over there this evening and turned on all the faucets, the dishwasher, the furnace, and the oven- just to make sure they all work (the water wasn’t on before, so MIL made sure they turned it on for us this time). Then we just hung out so MIL and I could argue about the decorating of said new house. What? You say it’s not MIL’s new house? You say that it’s my new house? You think she should shut the fuck up and get over herself? Um, yeah, I think you might be right. She’ll probably cry when she sees us put the furniture like I want the house. That’s ok, though. She’ll stop eventually.
Did I ever tell you about when I was in the hospital with Baby? She came in and rearranged my furniture? Oh, yeah. That went over like a ton of bricks. You should’ve seen her face when she came in the night I got home and saw it all back the way the lady of the house wanted it. Pure gold, I tell you, pure fucking comedy gold. Too bad that shit can’t be recreated. I didn’t even say anything to her (I said a lot about her, though, when I got home that day) and just sat looking oh-so innocent. She thought she’d do some shit and I’d leave it. Guess she forgot that there really are people out in the big wide world that have an actual backbone. And her husband married one. Hahahahahaha!
Ok, enough of that bullshit. I don’t even know why I’m bitching about that. I’ll get my way on the house. I’ve got no doubts about that. I’ll only scream to the computer. I promise I won’t use a microphone so you won’t hear me.
There’s nothing else, I guess. My life is still fucking boring. I’ve allotted myself so much time per day to do some surfing. Fuck it all. If TheMan gets hungry he knows how to put bologna, mayonnaise, and cheese between two slices of bread. Ya know? This does not mean I’ll do any commenting though. I’ve not got that much time. Geez! What do you people want from me?
That’s it, folks. Stay happy and
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