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Thunderfoot and I have kind of been getting along since I laid into her ass on Saturday. She was talking shit about me to Softheart and Softheart told me about it. The usually...she's an evil SM who yells about me all the time crap. I have never yelled at her because I rarely talk to her. Saturday evening I had been into a little wine and she said something off color and it flew all over me. SOOOOO...I said to her, "Look Thunderfoot...I am really stressed out lately. Your dad and I are trying really hard to get things wrapped up and money saved for the move.

I hate to ask you for anything but....

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This is the most common phrase out of Softheart's mouth to DH. She asks for something every weekend we have her and always says that before she asks. One weekend it was $50 for one pair of jeans because "Mom won't buy me any and I ruined my one favorite pair." I told DH she did not need a $50 pair of jeans. She is a tom-boy and rough on clothes and shoes. I suggested taking her to Plato's Closet and letting her get a used pair. So that's what we did. Another weekend it was, "Daddy I hate to ask you for money but I need money for a ticket to Dollywood.

Sick and tired

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I started getting a cold or something yesterday afternoon. Woke up this morning and felt like ass! I've just been taking it easy, taking meds and drinking juice. Other than being sick it's been a relaxing day. DH just got home and bless him...he brought the whole drugstore home with him! Then he drops the bomb on me, "I have to go get Softheart." I don't mind her being here. She can be annoying because she thinks she's super cute and talks about all the bossy things she does at school.

Taking bets

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I have been a house wife for almost a year. At first I loved it...now not so much. I started working again this week! YAY! I forgot how much I missed the outside world. HAHA! I leave before Thunderfoot gets on the bus and tomorrow DH will have to leave before her as well. SOOOO she's going to have to (gasp) walk to the bus stop. It takes about 6 minutes to walk to the end of the driveway...not long at all. How much would anyone like to bet that she doesn't make it to the bus in time? I would just about bet every dime that I have.

I've gotten good at ignoring her.

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I can walk around Thunderfoot and never say a word. It comes easily now. But I can't ignore her ways. She's not supposed to have food in her room. By food I mean something she could spill because she is a klutz! DH has been working his ass off and tonight I made tacos to celebrate Cinco de Mayo...that and tequila shots. We all ate together...which I hate because she talks the entire time about shit she has no clue about.

Eavesdropper.

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On the off chance that Thunderfoot is actually NOT interrupting our conversation, she's eavesdropping. The conversations aren't anything important because I know better than to say anything of value in front of her if it doesn't concern her...just general conversation. Then when she doesn't catch all of it or feels like she should be included... she butts in. DH was telling me that he found a dead mouse out in the garage. He was working on the car and it must have gotten in the engine and died. It fell out when he was working on it and he just mentioned it to me during conversation.

Someone else noticed it before me...

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I helped a friend of mine set up a birthday party for her son yesterday. We were sitting on her porch talking and she was asking me how things were going. She said, "So how do you and Thunderfoot get along?" I told her that we don't at all. That I just couldn't even make myself like her because she's lazy and disrespectful and treats DH like shit. She said, "I saw that coming. At your wedding I noticed something was off about her and figured you 2 were going to butt heads.

Why must I hide everything?

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I have a "Snack Bag" in our bedroom. It has chips and cookies and crackers in it. I would just leave them in the kitchen but if I ever want any of that to last beyond a week, I have to hide them. DH buys Thunderfoot the things that she asks for: Pop Tarts, Toaster Strudels, Ramon noodles, Doritos, tuna packets. That's usually what her list consists of. She will hide the Pop Tarts in her room for some reason. We don't eat them. And she takes the Doritos to her room. I don't care because I always get my own bag. She can devour 12 tuna packets in one week.

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