I am so hungry. And everything I can think of to eat in the house turns my stomach. I have become a sensitive sort. The wife just left on a mission, and I begged pretty for some bean burritos from Taco Bell. I can always eat those. Though I really want a fuckin grilled steak.
Speaking of fuckin, I think I need to fuck the wife more. Or something. Damn, she's going crazy. Rearranging furniture, adding area rugs, and other unnatural acts. She's cleaning shit out, and cleaning shit up, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I woke up in the dumpster on trash day.
Her boss/partner gave her a two year old color (duh) TV today, and a nearly new DVD player for it. She's putting it in her room, which is just fine, but it absolutely HAS to have all of her furniture in there moved around in order to fit. And she wants a small secretary. The desk, not the midget.
Speaking of this 'partner' bullshit, how is 'the partner' buying a new big-ass plasma TV, and cares not a whit about a TV she likely spent hundreds of dollars on not long ago? Oh well, when she gets to work, the wife makes more than an LVN/LPN, and sometimes as much as an RN. Hospice, dontcha know. Like garbage-men, few people want to do (or can handle) that type of work. So it pays. And it costs those who do it, too.
So I don't bitch too much when she redecorates. And the families who are saying 'better you than me' don't bitch about paying her wage.
I couldn't do it.