I f-ing swear!!!!

Today was absolutely great until I missed Heroes. Hubby and I went tonight to clean one of his companies bank properties. The house closes tomorrow, and the new owners will do a final walk through before they sign the paperwork. It's amazing that on my time off, I get "whored" out to work his family's company so far under the table that I never get paid. The first time was last week. The only day off I had, and I spent it clean the first half of this 3 story house. Tonight he came along to help, and we finished it. Of course, we finished it 50 minutes after Heroes had started. Then we still had to drive home. Well, in between I swore alot in my head because saying it out loud would have started a humongous fight with Hubby, then well, then it would be like "War of the Roses," around here. Sometimes it pays to be a light sleeper. Of course, as much as I love him, he just doesn't know when to stop. Like right now. He finished taking his shower to fined that the shower is backing up. So he plungers it, and he cleans the trap. So as I'm trying to chillax and pick up a book, he screams, " Nappy-headed whoes need to clean the trap!" Fighting the urge to walk in to the bathroom and knock the fucking taste out of his mouth and shit out of his ass, I refrained and sipped on Dr. Pepper. I should have gotten some Chamomile tea, but that would have taken too long. By then, he could have been bleeding uncontrollably on my clean bathroom rugs.

Next, I turned my computer on, and checked MySpace for any new activity. There always is. By now, he has gotten out of the shower, and gone downstairs to clean the main trap. He screams out every time he finds a piece of jewelry of mine. Mostly stud earrings. My cartilage piercing tends to make victims out of stud earrings. Then he yells, " Why can't you stop clogging the plumbing? Naps, jewelry, and grim. What do you do when you get home from work? Do you try to be a slob?" With that, I forgot where I was and that assault was a felony. I marched downstairs, and chucked a clothes hamper at him. Followed by a dirty pooper scooper and a broom. I nailed him twice. The broom just wasn't aerodynamic enough to make the journey.

Yes. Fury, wit, and comedy rolled all into a tightly packed girl named Yokai.

So now, I thought I wind my day down by sharing that moment. Oh here's a question: If a door says, "Emergency Exit Only," why do people exit out of it when it's not an emergency? I swear that happens at work everyday. I know that in the morning people come in because the cafe opens an hour before the store, and that's the door they open for customers. It then closes at 9 when the store opens. So the lemmings that come in through that door at 8 seem to want to go back out after 9. That I guess is somewhat understanda... Wait. No it isn't. There is a big-ass sign that says not to go out of it. People are fucking retarded. The best part is even in the late afternoon and evening, people still go out the door and set the alarms off.

You know, I should go to bed. I plan to enjoy my day off. Before I begin my string of closings. Could be worse. I could still be waiting on more hours. Now, I have more than I know what to do. Yeah. My Ireland trip will be paid off in no time. And maybe we'll actually finish our bathroom, and do something with the whole Hubby dug in the front yard for the sewer pipes to be replaced. Yep. The hole he started digging two weeks ago.

Night!

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
--Aristotle


Yokai Kifujin