Adios, idiota! (Goodbye, idiot!)
Skid leaves today.
And I only found out because princess idiot was at our house when I got home from work yesterday. DH took skid and our littles hiking yesterday, apparently, where skid asked him a slew of idiotic questions. Questions an average 8th grader should know about life and the world around her, per DH.
That was funny.
Awkwardly, skid put on an impromptu fashion show for us, or rather —> DH, before my FIL arrived to pick her up. I don’t know if they were shirts DH gave her or what, but she tried on a handful, each time coming into the kitchen and asking DH what he thought. Skid has ALWAYS been the fishing for compliments type.
I straight-up ignored her.
Skid: “Do you think this shirt will look good with black ripped jeans?”
Skid: “Yeah, like at the knees. They’re not tight or anything. They’re not baggy either.”
DH: “Oh, sure. Totally.”
I poured myself a glass of wine and tried to not vomit in my mouth.
After she and FIL left I asked DH when she’s leaving. He said “Tomorrow,” which is TODAY.