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So, okay. I acknowledge the fact that I'm not the most productive, nor am I the most ambitious person I know. But just the same, I'm not a complete do-nothing, as far as being around the house goes. I take out the garbage daily, we have a dishes schedule set up so that everyone has specific nights to do them (I also missed the day I was supposed to do them last week, so now I have to do them Saturdays and Sundays. That made me real happy, too, no doubt), and I've recently found myself being the one who has to take Jer back and forth to work on the days he has to go, when I'm available. I also forked over almost $700 from my bank to father to help clear over the $350 deposit to get the gas turned on at our house, and the $300 needed for house insurance.
So when I get out of the bathtub, first thing father does is scold me, for 'not pulling myself away from the damn computer for two seconds all weekend'. Apparently, they had a cookout and the whole nine yards at the new house, but I missed it because the phone's out in the living room, and I didn't hear it when he called. I did go over there a couple times to do, in fact, but nobody was there except for Jake; one of those times, I even brought him a spur-of-the-moment Douleshot that he gets all the time, just 'cause I happened to go to the store on my way over.
I can't help but feel somewhat irked, if not plain angry. My two brothers (not so much on my youngest one, since he works full-time, but just the same) do next to nothing, and father yells at ME because I did not move that much stuff this weekend? Because he wasn't there the two times I did go, he automatically assumed I was in front of this thing all weekend. And granted, I -was- on here quite a lot this weekend, but it wasn't -all- I did. Jesus Christ.
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"It's not because of your hat."
So when I get out of the bathtub, first thing father does is scold me, for 'not pulling myself away from the damn computer for two seconds all weekend'. Apparently, they had a cookout and the whole nine yards at the new house, but I missed it because the phone's out in the living room, and I didn't hear it when he called. I did go over there a couple times to do, in fact, but nobody was there except for Jake; one of those times, I even brought him a spur-of-the-moment Douleshot that he gets all the time, just 'cause I happened to go to the store on my way over.
I can't help but feel somewhat irked, if not plain angry. My two brothers (not so much on my youngest one, since he works full-time, but just the same) do next to nothing, and father yells at ME because I did not move that much stuff this weekend? Because he wasn't there the two times I did go, he automatically assumed I was in front of this thing all weekend. And granted, I -was- on here quite a lot this weekend, but it wasn't -all- I did. Jesus Christ.
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"It's not because of your hat."