Worse Than a Hacking Cough

So I'm sick. Coughing, sneezing, aching. Not in a good mood. Ketchup is rubbing me the wrong way.

Yesterday, he woke me up twice because for some reason the guy thinks he needs to try and turn the pipe inside out when he takes a hit.

Later I was going around the house getting garbage together (trying to feel at least a little useful while being sick) and find the XBox game case unzipped, open and upside down on the floor, games starting to fall out. I told him quite plainly that if he can't close the case, don't change the game. He mumbled a response and I moved on.

I went into the bathroom to grab the garbage in there (I hadn't a few minutes earlier because Ketchup had been in the shower) and found the laundry basket for dirty towels sitting in the middle of the room, the top towel soaking wet. I came back into the living room and asked him if he dried off the floor with a towel after his shower. (It's just a shower, no tub, so water of course gets everywhere.) He said yeah. I asked why, when there is a squeegee right there for that purpose. If the towels in that basket are soaked, they don't dry and we get mold and mildew. After saying all this (stuff we have told him before of course) and him looking at me like I was speaking Chinese, he stood up and left for work, almost a half hour earlier then usual.

I finally migrate from the bedroom to the living room after he left, only to find the television not working. Well shit, that explains why he sat all day in a dark living room with only the glow of his phone to keep him company. What I can't believe though, is that he didn't bother to say a word about the television, to me or the hubby. He knew. You know he tried to turn on the TV at one point, that is if it didn't shut down while he was playing XBox that morning. Fucker.

The best part about yesterday (this line is dripping with sarcasm) is probably the fact that Ketchup decided to take his weed and pipe to work with him. The hubby got him that job. Ketchup is there on the hubby's recommendation, he should be representing him accordingly, wouldn't you think? The hubby has already apologized for Ketchup's behavior to the boss more then once. Suppose an apology will be enough if Ketchup gets caught smoking drugs at work? Highly doubtful. Not only does Ketchup have several warrants from a state that has absolutely no problem with extraditing, but this is extremely pungent smelling weed. Apparently the risk is worth the reward in his mind.

Not to be stereotypical but Ketchup is Mexican. In his first year driving he was pulled over roughly twenty times basically just for this fact. Right after moving in with us, he was actually stopped by the cops while walking down the street, for looking "suspicious." So why would a guy like this so bluntly do something illegal out in public? No fucking clue. All I know is that if he ever gets picked up, the hubby and I know nothing. Absolutely freaking nothing. Let him hang.

I can't wait to be done.