The Ho!
So my babysitting officially ended today. When Leona returned, did she thank me for looking after the kids? No. Did she ask how i was doing? No. Did she make good with prompt payment? No. She DID however get right into bitching, screaming and then telling me how dissapointed she was that a few fucking gameboard piece got mixed up and some felts misplaced. Well i dunno, maybe i'm wrong but i think its pretty normal for a bunch of young kids to do these things. Cause you know, its never once happened to her. She has to sort out the pieces all the time she complains. Well heres an idea. Make the kids do it. They'll stop making such a mess of their boardgames. Fuckin crazy woman shouldn't piss off the only person on the face of the planet willing to look after her devil children for more then 10 minutes. She can find someone else next time. Simple as that. My family sucks. And people wonder why i don't even remotely like them.
On a lighter note, Trevor and i loaded all the moose meat out of the truck and good god there was alot. He went out an baught a whole new freezer just so he'd have room for it all, and... he damn near didn't have room. Even with the new freezer, (making it 3 in total) all filled to the brim, stuffed and some even squashed together. We finally got the lids and door closed.
With their mother home the kids have all promptly reverted to their bad habits cause they know she wont do shit about it reguardless how much she may say otherwise.
George, Trevors friend whom when hunthing with them, is a fucking maniac. and an idiotic one at that. A worker ant as more brains then him. Apparently he was a bad hunting partney, i couldn't understand why. Calling moose deer and whatnot. You shot the fucking thing you should at least know what it was. Its not like they even look alike. Fucking dumbass. I can't stand him. i see him maybe once a year and thats 3 times too many.
On a lighter note, Trevor and i loaded all the moose meat out of the truck and good god there was alot. He went out an baught a whole new freezer just so he'd have room for it all, and... he damn near didn't have room. Even with the new freezer, (making it 3 in total) all filled to the brim, stuffed and some even squashed together. We finally got the lids and door closed.
With their mother home the kids have all promptly reverted to their bad habits cause they know she wont do shit about it reguardless how much she may say otherwise.
George, Trevors friend whom when hunthing with them, is a fucking maniac. and an idiotic one at that. A worker ant as more brains then him. Apparently he was a bad hunting partney, i couldn't understand why. Calling moose deer and whatnot. You shot the fucking thing you should at least know what it was. Its not like they even look alike. Fucking dumbass. I can't stand him. i see him maybe once a year and thats 3 times too many.