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Will someone bail me out if I smack Bill senseless with my lasagna pan? We're only two weeks into this project and I'm ready to hurt him. Abe keeps telling me, "We're leaving next Wednesday..." but I still have to put up with him until then. Another whole week. And he's not going home this weekend, since we'll be gone for a week. Abe dropped that little peach on me yesterday. I never knew someone to be so hard to get along with and so lacking in manners. The toilet thing still bugs me because one of the dogs is drinking out of it and leaving huge puddles on the little bathroom floor. Then there's the food issues. He always comes in, asks what's for dinner, and makes some snide comment about it. Example yesterday:
He: What's for dinner?
Me (triumphantly): Shepherd's Pie (never made it before, figured it was enough meat-and-potatoiness for the bastard, and it smelled really good)
He: *sigh* Again?
I don't know if he's trying to be funny or what, but I wanted to throw knives. Again?!?! I've never made the dish before! Then he was whining because it wasn't ready and wanted to eat before everyone was home. Abe had just gotten in and the Price's were still at Lowe's. I'm sorry, but I was raised in the tradition of eating together. Especially when someone else bought the food. I ended up leaving it in the oven after it finished cooking and just turning the oven off. I figured that if I took it out to cool, he was going to dive in. Then he's sitting there watching TV and being completely rude to all of the dogs except for his own. He doesn't hit the dogs, he just yells at them unnecessarily, calls them stupid and ugly. Yells at them when they try to sit on the couch. Then his dog growls and snaps at them. The little bitch growled at me the other day for no reason at all. I walked into the room, looked at her, and she growled. His dog takes precedence over everything, and he boots the other dogs off their own couch so his dog can sit there. Does it at the trailer too with both Sobaka and ME. I don't get to sit on the futon if the damn dog's there and I'm afraid to try and move her because either she'll bite me or Bill will yell at me. Thankfully, she likes Abe, so he can usually boot her. And poor Sobaka... we go to bed at night and all he wants to do is go sleep on the couch. But he can't because Bill's on it. And is busy calling him a "big, dumb dog." Sobaka's been very mopey for the past few weeks. I make sure to snuggle him on a regular basis. Keeps me sane-ish. Can't make any guarantees, however. Especially if he a) comments on my food tonight (Mom's lasagna... you don't insult mom's lasagna) or is caught using my bicycle as his personal clothing rack for his painting clothes. Can anyone tell I didn't sleep well last night? And that Aunt Flo's coming this week? Food comments may be greeted with, "Well, McDonald's is that way if you don't like this." Clothing found on the bike will be thrown on the floor (or on his bed if I'm not too snarky).
Positives: Everyone else has been really enjoying my cooking. I made this awesome pasta bake on Monday and last night's Shepherd's Pie had them all making yummy noises. I'm getting quite the file of keepers.
We're also getting a cat... one of the ones from Josh's place. Abe really has his heart set on this little scruffy kitty. She's a sweetheart, likes dogs, and Sobaka hasn't tried to chew on her that much. We're going to see how they interact when I'm at the office doing work for Arlene and maybe after we get back from the Southeastern, we'll get cat stuff and take her up to the trailer. I get to name her since right now she's going by "Scruffy Cat" and I'm stuck between Amelia, Louisa, and Ophelia.... starting to lean towards Ophelia... literary reference and it can be shortened to "Oph"... or maybe we should find the russian word for cat. Anyway, I've bitched enough, I should really get to work... got a kiln to unload and reload, stuff to glaze, and clay to throw. Whoo.
He: What's for dinner?
Me (triumphantly): Shepherd's Pie (never made it before, figured it was enough meat-and-potatoiness for the bastard, and it smelled really good)
He: *sigh* Again?
I don't know if he's trying to be funny or what, but I wanted to throw knives. Again?!?! I've never made the dish before! Then he was whining because it wasn't ready and wanted to eat before everyone was home. Abe had just gotten in and the Price's were still at Lowe's. I'm sorry, but I was raised in the tradition of eating together. Especially when someone else bought the food. I ended up leaving it in the oven after it finished cooking and just turning the oven off. I figured that if I took it out to cool, he was going to dive in. Then he's sitting there watching TV and being completely rude to all of the dogs except for his own. He doesn't hit the dogs, he just yells at them unnecessarily, calls them stupid and ugly. Yells at them when they try to sit on the couch. Then his dog growls and snaps at them. The little bitch growled at me the other day for no reason at all. I walked into the room, looked at her, and she growled. His dog takes precedence over everything, and he boots the other dogs off their own couch so his dog can sit there. Does it at the trailer too with both Sobaka and ME. I don't get to sit on the futon if the damn dog's there and I'm afraid to try and move her because either she'll bite me or Bill will yell at me. Thankfully, she likes Abe, so he can usually boot her. And poor Sobaka... we go to bed at night and all he wants to do is go sleep on the couch. But he can't because Bill's on it. And is busy calling him a "big, dumb dog." Sobaka's been very mopey for the past few weeks. I make sure to snuggle him on a regular basis. Keeps me sane-ish. Can't make any guarantees, however. Especially if he a) comments on my food tonight (Mom's lasagna... you don't insult mom's lasagna) or is caught using my bicycle as his personal clothing rack for his painting clothes. Can anyone tell I didn't sleep well last night? And that Aunt Flo's coming this week? Food comments may be greeted with, "Well, McDonald's is that way if you don't like this." Clothing found on the bike will be thrown on the floor (or on his bed if I'm not too snarky).
Positives: Everyone else has been really enjoying my cooking. I made this awesome pasta bake on Monday and last night's Shepherd's Pie had them all making yummy noises. I'm getting quite the file of keepers.
We're also getting a cat... one of the ones from Josh's place. Abe really has his heart set on this little scruffy kitty. She's a sweetheart, likes dogs, and Sobaka hasn't tried to chew on her that much. We're going to see how they interact when I'm at the office doing work for Arlene and maybe after we get back from the Southeastern, we'll get cat stuff and take her up to the trailer. I get to name her since right now she's going by "Scruffy Cat" and I'm stuck between Amelia, Louisa, and Ophelia.... starting to lean towards Ophelia... literary reference and it can be shortened to "Oph"... or maybe we should find the russian word for cat. Anyway, I've bitched enough, I should really get to work... got a kiln to unload and reload, stuff to glaze, and clay to throw. Whoo.