I was growling and bitching at the ol man earlier. He had to go up and deal with moving some furniture around for my parents today, and he tells me last night, he wants to get up early so he can get to the post office. So, good wifey that I am, instead of telling him he can damn well eat cereal for b'fast, I get up at 9:20am and cook bacon, so he can have oatmeal with bacon bits in it as he likes (which sounds utterly gross to me, but whatevs). So I take him coffee at 9:30. At 10:15 I go back and inquire, didn't he want to get up early to go to the PO? At 10:45 I go back and tell him his bacon's almost done, to get his ass outta bed. So then he FINALLY gets in here, and inquires, when will it be ready? I said I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO GO TO THE POST OFFICE BEFORE BREAKFAST! SO WHY THE HELL DID I HAVE TO GET UP EARLY, EXACTLY??????????? Asswipe has the temerity to tell me to STFU. I said, oh it's very well for you to tell me to STFU, when I should have been telling you to get the fuck OUT... of bed!
He's finally gone now, so peace has returned.
Andria