Spitting nails right about now. Now I know why I'm blogging. We'll call him....him, or he. Why does he think everyone should hand him whatever he wants. Does he give anything back in return. The trash, yeah, he takes out the trash. Bravo!
His phone doesn't pay itself. I use to pay it. He works part-time, now he has to pay it. Except good ole me, I tell him I'll help alittle. Still, does he help out, well fuck no. I told him he should think about doing the dishes again, utensils, silverware, 3 glasses & 3 coffee cups each day. Five minutes tops. He says he's been doing them. Well....maybe I have a selective memory, but I have been doing the damn things, for the past 8 days. So I tell him that, and he says ask Papaw. Ask him WHAT!!! Exasperated, mouth hanging a jar, down right pissed off. Man he lights a fire in my ass.
So STOMP, STOMP, STOMP off he goes......fishing......
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