I work. I come home. I go to work again.

I don't buy a lot for myself, I dress for coverage, that's it. The things I buy for myself are usually computer related. I am, by no stretch of the imagination, a shopper. Although I do try every so often, but standing in the entrance to Walmart makes my skin crawl, so I manage to get in and out pretty quickly.
Off topic for a second, my sister and I went to Walmart recently and she insisted on using the self-serve checkouts. They promise to be faster, do-it-yourself. After ten minutes of scanning the mini blinds over and over until the blasted machine finally recognized it, we were finally finished. "Oh ya, that was faster." I say, rolling my eyes.

"If we say, yes would it make a difference?"
As he checks the contents of her bags against the receipt I go off. "Oh ya, this is soooo much quicker. Fight with the machine for ten minutes and then waste another ten minutes while they frisk us like shoplifters. I am so glad we didn't waste time making the cashier do the job for us."
As my sister repacks her bags, "They do the same thing at Cosco, Mamme."
"Thanks for the heads up."

"Make em yourself."
"I don't know how!" Are you kidding me?
"It's scrambled eggs, not nuclear fusion. Fuck off somewhere!" He opens the curtains and lets the sun blast me in the face. I try to kick him and he grabs the post on the foot board of my bed and pulls. The bed crashes to the floor.
That is when I lost my mind. "Why is it that when you get mad, you smash my shit?"
I broke, started bawling. Remember its 7am and he has woken me from a dead sleep, not the most stable I have ever been. This totally takes The Boy by surprise. He then tries to fix the bed, with me in it, not an easy task. All the while I am ranting. Telling him how all I do is work and all he does is spend the money and bitch and complain about there not being enough for him. He doesn't like the house, he thinks the car is a piece of crap, he doesn't like the neighborhood, he wants to live in another town. On and on and on he bitches about how his life is so bad.

I really can't wait for the empty nest.
7 comments:
yes... i too question my choices.. kids/husband .. think of the $ i'd have.. if i didn't need to share!
:(
i have nothing save cyberhugs.
::hugs::
Oh God...the pictures you so vividely paint :-)
Tell me, did your B boy fix the bed?
I can just picture him married and his poor wife pulling out her hair, LOL. Isn't that sweet revenge?
Michelle
I am hoping he has a daughter who ends up being hell on wheels.
And I will spoil her rotten.
'What exactly have I done to deserve this?'
Hmmmm... shot in the dark - YOU GAVE BIRTH! News flash: Sorry, it doesn't stop after they leave the nest! Just thought you outta know!
LMAO
- Anna
Thanks Anna, aren't you just a big 'ole ray of fuckin' sunshine!
we come back to grocery shop :D
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