quidditchgrrl

The passive-aggressive asshole strikes again...

We're going to Cleveland today with my sister and BiL to have dinner with my cousins and see an Indians game.  It's now 2:29pm and we haven't left the house yet to pick up my sister (30 minutes), get to Cleveland (2.25 hours), meet my cousins for dinner at 5:30pm, and go to the game at 7:30pm.  He's still in the $#&@*^ shower.

So, if I call you for bail money, could you put it in my PayPal account so I can beat my murder rap?  Thanks.

This is the second weekend in a row with The Asshole.  I would like to have a weekend at home without having my soul sucked in a Dementor-like fashion.  (eibbil_libbie and rlanto, you know what I'm talking about.)  Work is exhausting, both with the actual work part and the whole political machine, and it would be great to just sit at home and veg or clean or just have a goddamn conversation with someone who answers back.

And, of COURSE, "nothing's wrong."

AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH