Hubby's 'job'
So, you know, Kurtis and his dad are working on building kind of web business revolving around tossing out free data and hosting a bunch of pay-by-click type sites. They've made a whopping $10/week so far.
This is neat. Whatever, keeps them happy and as long as Kurtis is doing the work, his dad throws $600/month at us. Cept it's in $150/week increments, so it kinds screws us on bills and the like.
And did I mention that they live +2 hours from us? No?
So, not only does Kurtis get a randomly timed phone call at /least/ 5-6 times a day (Usually when trying to snuggle, unwind and or fuck) but the rat bastard (whom I'm really starting to dislike) called us at frickin six o'clock this morning.
Now maybe I'm being irrationally cranky, but where I'm from, you only call that early if it's an emergency. Not some 'waaaah, the website won't do what I wanted it to' whiny ass bullshit that keeps myself AND the baby from going back to bed.
Am I being, you know, just pissy? Or is the fucker that damned disrespectful?
Feedback would be welcome.
This is neat. Whatever, keeps them happy and as long as Kurtis is doing the work, his dad throws $600/month at us. Cept it's in $150/week increments, so it kinds screws us on bills and the like.
And did I mention that they live +2 hours from us? No?
So, not only does Kurtis get a randomly timed phone call at /least/ 5-6 times a day (Usually when trying to snuggle, unwind and or fuck) but the rat bastard (whom I'm really starting to dislike) called us at frickin six o'clock this morning.
Now maybe I'm being irrationally cranky, but where I'm from, you only call that early if it's an emergency. Not some 'waaaah, the website won't do what I wanted it to' whiny ass bullshit that keeps myself AND the baby from going back to bed.
Am I being, you know, just pissy? Or is the fucker that damned disrespectful?
Feedback would be welcome.