I looked in the fridge last night for a snack and see 3 almost full jars of spaghetti sauce in there. The last time I fixed spaghetti was over a month ago. Thunderfoot fixes it all the time but guess who DIDN'T open all that sauce? DH asked her why all the sauce was open and she said, "I didn't do that. The Ragu is the only one I opened because I don't like any other kind." That's why I buy the other kind. I know she "doesn't like" it so she shouldn't be opening it. Which is a lie. She's done this before and I just consolidate them into the Ragu jar and she eats it no problem.

It's funny how we told Thunderfoot NO INTERNET...after she was caught sending nude pictures of herself for the THIRD time. I guess she's too stupid to realize I can see that she is on chat on FB. I mean...really kid? I don't know how I am ever going to deal with this effing kid...

It's a never ending battle at my house to get Thunderfoot to do anything! She has to be reminded EVERY week. Her chore/rule list is not that complicated. It's the usual everyday stuff that everyone has to do. Keep a clean room. Clean hamster cage. Clean up behind yourself. Help with HER dog. Vacuum HER dog's hair up. She doesn't do any of this. Thursday I was running late for work. As I was coming down the stairs I noticed a shit ton of the dog's hair all over the steps. She is supposed to clean this up but did she? No.

We had to meet Softheart's mom the other afternoon. We meet at this park and ride that is sort of 1/2 between. She gets the shorter drive, imagine that. There was a guy standing in the parking lot that looked like a total scumbag. I said something about him to DH when we pulled in. Softheart and DH got out, he was giving her a CS check. I just sat in the car. I could hear them talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying. DH comes back to the car and said,"Did you hear what she said?" I told him I thought I heard the word "dick" but wasn't sure.