Tres

I gotta write just a couple things here real quick before bed so I don't explode in my sleep. First, the good stuff: I got my ass up and to work on time, and it wasn't too taxing today. Also, I had a pretty good time at my key caller meeting, laughing, eating, and enjoying a 24 oz Killian's for only $1.75. Woot. The things I didn't like were at work the counselors disrespecting social work staff and thus my job further demoralizing me, my dogs literally eating shit, Lu chewing my stuff, and Joe fucking up his return home date so instead of coming home tomorrow, he'll come home Saturday. If you've ever seen the movie The Family Stone, there's a line where Sarah Jessica Parker's character says quite pathetically, "Doesn't anyone love ME?!" I sort of feel like that. I want to quit my job and give all those social work bashers the finger as they complete their own damn assessments. I want to beat the hell out of my dogs with their own chew toys o' plenty. Last, I want to just quit my wifely duties - no more laundry, cooking, vacuuming, dusting, paying bills, taking out the trash, picking up the dog shit out of the yard, mowing the grass - even the steep part where I have to wear cleats, doing the dishes, making sure the vehicles are serviced, tagged and insured (that he then loans out for a week without talking to me), grocery shopping, meal planning, coupon cutting, bathroom scrubbing, and whatever the hell else it is I do. And we'll just see how soon before the place is condemned, and we go to jail for non-payment. Also, I don't understand how I can ask so many times to know a return date from TDY, and it isn't communicated to me until I am dropping him off for the trip, only to be told the wrong date because he didn't double check. My dad sends out trip itineraries to the family weeks before he goes out of town, and I don't even live with him. Let's sac up here. C'mon, damn it.