Worrisome Wanda

Can you believe it? We passed DEQ! Our piece of crap, duct tape covered car is now registered for another two years. Hallelujah. Hopefully by the next time we have to go through all this we will have sold it to some dim witted buyer who likes the appearance of dents.

It's one less thing to worry about while we are on vacation, bless Hairy for making it happen.

To make things even better, I just paid the gas and electric so we don't have another bill to worry about until a week after we get back. Yay! I'm pretty dang happy about it.

So! Onto other matters.

Ketchup is ticking me off more and more. This guy... like doesn't GET anything. For example, last night, he was all shocked when some guy had some hacking cough fit on XBox Live. The hubby pointed out quite earnestly that Ketchup himself sounds way worse then that. Ketchup was like "really?" Yes really! The hubby went on to tell him that he wakes us up every morning with the "lighter flick, pause, horrible hacking cough." Hmm. Wanna guess how I woke up this morning? Ugh. I don't even get what he is still smoking. He burned up all his weed several days ago (funny considering he actually bought 50% more then last time and that lasted him just fine, I knew it wasn't all in my head about him smoking more.) So all he is smoking now is the yucky stuff built up in his pipe. I will tell you now that if I found out he was scraping our pieces I would be pissed. That's how all our pieces break dammit.

So after the hacking cough I got up and took a shower and after I got out and sat down, literally as I was reaching for the XBox controller to turn it on, Ketchup beats me to the punch and starts a four hour session of Call of Duty 4. Gee... don't worry. I didn't want to play or anything. I mean... it's not like it's MINE. Oh wait! It is! Ha! Getting tired of his lack of awareness and even worse timing. He didn't work yesterday, and he didn't even try to play. He works tonight and he decides to play four hours of video games and not sleep whatsoever before an eight hour graveyard shift. Which means he will have gotten a few energy drinks. Which means he will be up playing a marathon of video games in the morning. Which means he again won't get any sleep for another eight hour shift.

Dude. I sacrifice my schedule and my home for this guy and it's like he can't even be bothered to do things for himself let alone anyone else. I can't tell you how glad I am about getting away for a week. I wish I didn't have to worry about him home alone in our apartment though. (Not that I am full on concerned, just worried as to where neglect will get us in the long run. Like how many dishes will I be left with and if the landlord is going to figure out he is here, stuff like that.)

Three final notes: The show M*A*S*H makes me happy. I don't know why. And second, look up Barenaked Ladies newest CD entitled Snacktime. (On their MySpace you can hear several of the songs and maybe download a couple.) There are some awesome tracks on this new album geared for kids. I love it! And three? Four days, twelve hours, fifty six minutes until take off.

Okay, love ya!