Just so I can remember all the things The Dog has not forgiven me for in the last decade...
1. Lawncare
2. Extra-curricular activities
3. House
4. Finances
5. Cat
6. Cleaning
Just so I can remember all the things I retaliate with...
1. Refusing to take me to hospital when I broke my toes.
2. Refusing to grocery shop when I broke my toes.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
No new pets in the Dog and Pony show
The Boy is having a birthday. The Boy wants a pet. So I (tentatively... like a child asks a stern parent) asked The Dog.
Ouch.
We are not EVER going to have another pet now that the cat (the real feline) has passed over the rainbow bridge. EVER. None negotiable. No discussion. No compromise. No deal. See, the cat (the real feline) was ill and made messes and all pets are now banned in case they make messes. Life IS a mess.
Lesson learned: There is no remorse and no recourse with The Dog.
Countdown: 3652 days.
Ouch.
We are not EVER going to have another pet now that the cat (the real feline) has passed over the rainbow bridge. EVER. None negotiable. No discussion. No compromise. No deal. See, the cat (the real feline) was ill and made messes and all pets are now banned in case they make messes. Life IS a mess.
Lesson learned: There is no remorse and no recourse with The Dog.
Countdown: 3652 days.
Another year... bite me
I offered to take The Boy in for The Dog since his time was limited today. The Boy had some stuff going on at school so I stopped in to talk to the teacher. I left a phone message for Dog indicating such.
Not 15 minutes later I get a call..."What did I want?"
"I left you a message" I said.
Well. I guess that was the wrong answer because I got a tirade in my ear about how he was setting up something at work and was busy and saw I had called and blah blah blah.
It is very convenient that my blackberry chose to die at that moment.
Lesson learned: Do not call and leave messages for the The Dog.
Not 15 minutes later I get a call..."What did I want?"
"I left you a message" I said.
Well. I guess that was the wrong answer because I got a tirade in my ear about how he was setting up something at work and was busy and saw I had called and blah blah blah.
It is very convenient that my blackberry chose to die at that moment.
Lesson learned: Do not call and leave messages for the The Dog.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Something smells swampy
We "talked" about finances today. "Talked" is a loose term for yelling, fingerpointing, sniping and whining.
I feel like I have made my bed and now have to lie in in for another 10-12 years until Pup is out of school. Spending another 10-12 years in this house would be hell. Hell. Absolute HELL.
So, as I see it, I have two choices; a) leave and rent or b) stay and build house equity. Since I don't want to lose Pup 50% of the time, I have chosen to stay.
In order to move to a new house, Dog wants the following:
1) A large $500k house.
2) No mortgage, so we will have to save the delta between existing house (worth ~ $300k) and this new house. In two years. So that means I have to save $50k annually. That's $1923 per pay period. An amazing feat considering my take home is just shy of $1800.
Can you say "unfuckingbelievablyunreaslistic"?
So when I said that is impossible, he asked what was reasonable. I said "$10k". So you know what he said? He said "Then I want it in writing that I own more of the house if I am putting more in."
"Fine" I said. Then he said he doesn't want my name on the deed.
Wait.
Backup.
Huh?
I wonder if he will try to sell me swampland in Florida too...
I feel like I have made my bed and now have to lie in in for another 10-12 years until Pup is out of school. Spending another 10-12 years in this house would be hell. Hell. Absolute HELL.
So, as I see it, I have two choices; a) leave and rent or b) stay and build house equity. Since I don't want to lose Pup 50% of the time, I have chosen to stay.
In order to move to a new house, Dog wants the following:
1) A large $500k house.
2) No mortgage, so we will have to save the delta between existing house (worth ~ $300k) and this new house. In two years. So that means I have to save $50k annually. That's $1923 per pay period. An amazing feat considering my take home is just shy of $1800.
Can you say "unfuckingbelievablyunreaslistic"?
So when I said that is impossible, he asked what was reasonable. I said "$10k". So you know what he said? He said "Then I want it in writing that I own more of the house if I am putting more in."
"Fine" I said. Then he said he doesn't want my name on the deed.
Wait.
Backup.
Huh?
I wonder if he will try to sell me swampland in Florida too...
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy *%$#@^! New Year
Out with the old and in with the new? Not this year, I guess. While the Dog and Pup gave me a fabulous gift for my 2005 birthday, I was essentially ignored today. We did not stand together, speak or look at each other for the entire two hours that Pup was snowboarding.
Back at home, I made a fresh-from-scratch Cioppino with salmon, red snapper, scallops and lobster tails. My bad. The lobster tails were too hard to deal with for Dog. He snarked at me that they were immpractical, then proceeded to make a HUGE display of hacking the lobster with his spoon. Was the rest of the soup tasty? I have no idea, since that was the extent of our communication.
So I guess it will be a cold day in hell when I feed him lobster again.
Happy effing New Year.
Back at home, I made a fresh-from-scratch Cioppino with salmon, red snapper, scallops and lobster tails. My bad. The lobster tails were too hard to deal with for Dog. He snarked at me that they were immpractical, then proceeded to make a HUGE display of hacking the lobster with his spoon. Was the rest of the soup tasty? I have no idea, since that was the extent of our communication.
So I guess it will be a cold day in hell when I feed him lobster again.
Happy effing New Year.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Nada new...
... because he hasn't spoken to me all week. I am past caring but I wish I could verbalize how he makes me feel and why he isn't doing a damn thing to help. I hate him.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Cleanup in Aisle
Power struggle in the vegetable aisle! We all went grocery shopping and Mr. Passive-Agressive Dog-boy had a long face and refused to pick up anything he had on the list. I don't think I want to speak to him anymore.
Ringing in Sunday
I put my rings back on because I felt like a bitch. How come I feel guilty when he has not spoken one word to me yet today?
:(
:(
Saturday, August 13, 2005
The Death of a Dishwasher
Cat: "The dishwasher is broken."
Dog: "What did you do to it?"
Can you see The Cat's hackles go up? POOF. The Cat moves into a more defensive posture then retreats upstairs for a shower while Dog-boy investigates the demise of the dishwasher.
Heart pounding, eyes alert she comes downstairs only to find The Dog having a fit while handwashing the dishes. Cat-girl slinks along the floor trying not to draw any attention to herself. Once collected, she goes in for another round;
Cat: "You have to be pissy about it, don't you?"
Dog-boy smashes another dish and comments on the amount of spagetti in the drain.
Cat: "Dog, I scrape the dishes so it can't be that much."
It is indeed too much, though. So I leave with the Puppy-child for a nice, big breakfast @ Denny's to fortify for some retail therapy.
Oh, and I took my rings off. Ding! Ding! Ding! The Cat went for the TKO in Round 1!
Dog: "What did you do to it?"
Can you see The Cat's hackles go up? POOF. The Cat moves into a more defensive posture then retreats upstairs for a shower while Dog-boy investigates the demise of the dishwasher.
Heart pounding, eyes alert she comes downstairs only to find The Dog having a fit while handwashing the dishes. Cat-girl slinks along the floor trying not to draw any attention to herself. Once collected, she goes in for another round;
Cat: "You have to be pissy about it, don't you?"
Dog-boy smashes another dish and comments on the amount of spagetti in the drain.
Cat: "Dog, I scrape the dishes so it can't be that much."
It is indeed too much, though. So I leave with the Puppy-child for a nice, big breakfast @ Denny's to fortify for some retail therapy.
Oh, and I took my rings off. Ding! Ding! Ding! The Cat went for the TKO in Round 1!
Revenge is sweet...
... and best served on the internet.
I am The Cat and my husband (Run away! Run away!) is The Dog. We fight like cats and dogs. Common curtesy and civility are lost in this house. This blog will be my daily rant.
I am The Cat and my husband (Run away! Run away!) is The Dog. We fight like cats and dogs. Common curtesy and civility are lost in this house. This blog will be my daily rant.
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