First up Matt is totally dragging his feet on home improvement projects. This weekend I noticed that our porch has shifted SO much this winter that the windows are bending. Yes. They are bending. In fact, in one corner you can put your finger outside. The walls are all cracked much worse than before and it looks like my front porch has been through an earthquake. Seriously. Pictures are coming this weekend when I have time. He said it's because he took our gutters down, didn't put them back up (in fact- he threw them out. Awesome.) and so moisture is just hanging out by the foundation and when it freezes and causes everything to move. Honestly? I don't know how much I believe a couple of gutters (or lack thereof) can do that much damage. So I'm a bit pissed off that is going to need to be totally gutted and repaired. Someday. Until then, feel free to jimmy a window out and steal our TV. :/
Then he also says no, I can't get a goat. I also can't get a llama because he says I would not be a good goat parent. Hi. If Tori Spelling can do it, I think I'm more than qualified.
I will say that honestly, in all of my adult life I can count on one hand how many times I have fought with a friend over anything and three of those have happened in the last week. I am really over people arguing over something and then they pull others into it. And then they post passive aggressive stuff on Facebook. Facebook is not meant to put updates like "Sometimes I really hate certain friends". No- just fucking say right out that you hate a person and name it. Seriously. If you have the feeling- own it. If you're mad, sad, happy, whatever- you OWN IT otherwise shut the eff up. Really. While driving I just though you know what- say what you mean, and mean what you say. You hate me? Great, now I know to stop investing my time and effort into a friendship with you. And I just want to shake her and say see?? THIS is why you can't keep any of your friends. You notice nobody talks to you when we all hang out? Because you've done it to all of us in the group and we're all kind of over it. I really hope she eventually looks around and thinks "maybe it was me all along" because otherwise it'll be sad for her. And it's a shame because I run into her all of the time in town and if she would have just admitted she made a mistake and was sorry- we could have all avoided this. But she won't own up to it. And it's frustrating to not just me but our other friends. It's a form of self destruction really. So now I don't know if that will every get resolved and it probably won't. We haven't talked in 4 days and I think that's that. She's done and so am I.
Then tonight I'm tucking Olivia into bed (pictures of her short 'do are coming soon) and we have the following convo:
O: I don't say bad words.
Me: Well that's good. You shouldn't say bad words, you're a nice girl.
O: Like, I don't say dumb, stupid, asshole, fucker, or God.
Me: Um... ok? Where did you learn those?
O: From you, mom. I learned them from you.
Ok- anybody remember the "Don't smoke pot" commercials from after school specials?! Because that was almost verbatim! So we continue:
Me: But babes, I don't say any of those things around you.
O: I know. I don't sleep and I can hear everything when you're downstairs.
O: And one time I heard you saying daddy's name a bunch of times.
Me: oh, uh....
O: And I know daddy doesn't listen but he was probably sleeping mommy. Because it was dark out.
O: You should be more quiet. And then maybe I could sleep.
Me: Um... ok. I'll try to be more quiet for you honey.
End convo. So I'm like PRETTY SURE Olivia heard mommy and daddy having "adult time". And I love how Matt never gets these conversations. She only says these things to me. Or my mom. HA!
And finally. Stumpy has started humping Slinkies (the toy) and Batman eats insulation that he digs out from the threshold of our bedroom (since our floor is unfinished) and then barfs it up. Every morning is a joy up in here.