Beat it, kick it, shoot it in the f*cking head!
Holy hell, I thought I was a demanding bitch.
I am and I know it. I just reamed out my 15 year old, Mark, for postponing his one and only chore he has to take care of, mowing the lawn.
But ya know, killing alien locusts is far more important than the grass mom, gee fucking whiz, don't you know mom, all those evil alien locust must die. Now mom! They have to die right now!!!!
He postponed it before we left giving me the excuse, "tomorrow mom".
I have now heard tomorrow mom every single day before we left, and every single day since we came home.
Hello? When the hell is tomorrow gonna happen?!!
Oh, and I'm getting damn right sick and tired of having to ask if I can watch my own tv. Are ya hearing me now boys? Good, glad we got that shit settled today, I was starting to get really pissy about it.
Then Sebastian walks in and screams at the top of his lungs, that it's hot in here. Oh, I'm so sorry you're hot son. Get a job and pay part of this AC bill please and thanks. In the mean time though, I'll be sure to keep it below freezing in here for your royal highness so he can lay on the couch covered in a blanket all night long.
I'm gonna have a great weekend.
Jealous?
