Predictable

a.k.a. same old bullshit.

Yesterday: breaking balls about the garage. Today? The den, i.e. everything would be easier if we had a washer and dryer...where? OF COURSE in my den! (who the FUCK puts a washer and dryer in a den? Especially when there's no water line??? As its car sits in the neighbor's yard for yet ANOTHER week. Keep that focus babe).

Now, remember. I told it-repeatedly-that NOT balancing a load makes the washing machine dance around the basement. Did It listen? No. Of course, everything is someone/something ELSE'S fault. amazing. So, the washer we DO have is (of course) broken. did It make any attempt to have it repaired? Of course not, easier to whine/bitch/displace. And the dryer? Who fucking cares. Put it in the same trash heap as the oven (another appliance It broke, but somehow, it's the machine's fault).

This, from the same person who had the responsibility of supervising the asphalt repaving of the driveway. Which is now pitched TO the house rather than away. THIS from the same person who blames cheap carpet (over $1,000 cost) for it buckling. Yes, It was supervising that installation as well-while I was working. Tell you, the individual is INCAPABLE  of doing anything to completion.

Oh yes, world hunger would also be solved if the washer and dryer were in the den.

Amazing.

Should'a, could'a, would'a.

As it trudges bags of dirty laundry through the den.Why? When the front door is steps closer? Because It is involved. You forgot?

Let's see what bullshit romorrow brings? Oh yes, I'm spending the day with my make believe friends.