so tired I just got back in bed.
I didn't even ride to Owenboro like I wanted.
Might as well not tried to sleep.
Dentist called.
Nich forgot his folder.
Christian called (twice).
Bike shop called.
(Had to reschedule for Friday).
Escrow account on the mortgage is $200 short.
Of course it's $200 short why wouldn't it be $200 short?
Nich didn't put up his gloves from putting the hay on the grass seed.
I've had my gloves 12 years.
I haven't even got the Lowes bill to pay for them yet.
And he looses one to the dogs.
So he gets to buy a pair with his own money.
And he has to turn in his I-pad.
Which means he needs a phone charger.
Don't know on that one.
It might have just quit working.
But if he lost it?
That comes out of his money.
He lost his forth pair of ear buds.
I told him yesterday he didn't deserve a nice pair lol.
Once again, his money.
I'm done being nickle and dimed to death over shit he looses.
Time to grow up.
He argued with me about turning the hose off.
?
Really?
How fucking hard is it?
It goes one way or the fuckin other.
You have two choices.
One of them works.
Figure it out.
He tried to tell me the outside spicket was messed up.
I was like, "How would you know? You never use it.
Worked for me for years, your first time out here and it don't work?
I wonder where the problem is."
Operator error.
"The shower won't work." he says later.
"Worked for me."
On our shower it just works better if you flip the diverter and them turn on the water instead of the other way around.
He just pestered me all day yesterday about shit he was wrong about and had no defense for but he tried to blame any and everything but himself.
NOTE TO LUCY:
When I tell ya I am not in the mood to be messed, joked, teased, pestered, or played with?
Then leave me the fuck alone.Because what happens is I'll blow a fuse if you don't and then you'll get mad at me instead of just "honoring my wishes" (there's a blast from the past lol, that made me smile lol...) anyway...when I am not in the mood to be messed with I'll tell ya...respect it...or reap the consequences...
You been warned.
Love you.
Gotta get him.
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