Why have a had the theme song to the Smurfs running through my head all day? I haven't seen nor heard a smurf for years. But still, lalalalalala...round and round it goes.
Now you can have it too.
You'll beeeee smurrrrrrrfing sooooooooon. (insert evil laugh here)
SCM and I had a knock out drag out on Friday night.
Apparently in his confused little world, he thinks he actually contributes to the day to day things that need to be done to run a household.
Straightened that shit right out.
I don't mind keeping all the balls up in the air (his included) in order to have no expectations of a man who can barely manage wipe his own ass without assistance. However, I do expect said jerkwad to actually be aware that the only other adult in the household is frantically juggling all day and night.
When he expressed how tired he was after walking the dogs and putting in some laundry all my internal rules for keeping the peace went out the window.
"Blah, blah, rant, rant, didn't even fold the laundry, blah, rant, you don't do ANYTHING around here, rant rant, stay up all night chain smoking and looking at porn, bitch rant bitch, complaining whining piece of dogs shit..blah,rant, bitch.."
Doors slammed, engines revved and out to play with his pothead band buddies he went.
Whew, there must be an easier way to get rid of him. All that bitching was exhausting.
I received a text a few minutes later.....
Hmmmm, was he being sarcastic? Apologetic? Acknowledging his many faults?
Since I have yet to ask what he meant by that, I guess I truly don't give a marshmallow mallomar.
As long as he thinks twice about complaining again how tired he is, my work is done.
Words Gone Kaputt
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