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Hello, people. Greetings to all! I have had company today and they FINALLY left, not a moment too soon! My SIL came and brought her son, his…girlfriend and their two children to see Henrietta. Every time she brings these people they break something big. The last time they were here the…girlfriend-in-law climbed up on the trampoline with her little boy when she was EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT, and the rusted out frame gave way and it is a thousand wonders little miss dumb ass didn’t give birth right there. I was inside and didn’t witness the dumb ass wonders taking place in the backyard, otherwise she would have never gotten up there. You just kinda of assume that not only is she old enough to watch her own children she can make responsible decisions for herself. Or, at least I did. Never again, though.
This time the 3 year old hellion that was on the trampoline with his mom last time was running all over the house and being an Unholy Terror. He went outside with his dad to get something out of the car and ran back to the door ahead of his dad and struck the leaded glass panel with his hands and broke a good sized hole out of the bottom of it.
PLUS, I found out some things about their finances while they were here that really chapped me arse. I know, I know, what business is it of mine? Plenty, it turns out. SIL is forever going on about how poor ____ and _______ are so broke and need money so bad and they need groceries and can we spare some money to help them out? So I usually fork over a check for $35.00 or $40.00. Well, SIL said something about how you can get online on her son’s TV set. I looked at him and said, “Oh? How do you do that? Special kind of TV?” No, it’s with his PlayStation 3. “Oh, I didn’t know PlayStation 3’s could get online…” No, not all of them, just a special kind. “Oh, wow. How much are they?” Five hundred dollars.
The little shit can afford to buy the most expensive games out there, yet, apparently, has some difficultly providing for his ever increasing family. No longer my worry. The well has dried completely up. Next time SIL tells me they are near death and starvation, I will tell her to suggest to them hocking the PS3.
Mark My Words inter-tubes, no more free rides for these jokers and I may even cut off my family…er, no, before I could finish this sentence Keelan called and wants to borrow $10.00 to go to the movie. But, ya know what? She’ll pay me back, Without me having to ask for it!
In…more upbeat news, I have a new blog award! My brother, Cam, bestowed it on me and while the cute little hiney on the award doesn’t look anything like H’s little shriveled up butt, I appreciate it, none the less. Actually, I appreciate the fact that it doesn’t look like her at all. He pinched the pic from this post of Big Hair Envy’s.
In appreciation of this cute little hiney, and because of the many diapers changed while dealing with all other manner of shit, I would like for Angie to have the first Loaded Diaper Award. Congratulations, Angie!