love, hate, and everything in between.

Love and Hate

My sister's husband drove over 8 hours to her house just for a booty call.  How strange.  He called her and wanted a divorce, but after she said she had already filed, he all of a sudden wanted to work things out.  He had been calling for days then finally said, "I think I'll drive all the way over there."  For what?...a booty call or perhaps to butter her up for revenge since he still believes that she is at fault for his years stay in jail.
Anyway,  her two adult sons came back and she asked that they come to my house so there wouldn't be a problem since her husband doesn't like her kids(what ever, buddy).  Well, the oldest one broke the television, the stereo, and a few other things of his brother's.  The brother then says that it is my sister's fault and she has to replace all of it, because if she didn't have her worthless husband there, then they wouldn't have had to leave.  Hmmmm.  Sounds like a soap opera that I don't care to watch.

In the meantime, I am at the neighbors house painting a palm tree forest-type mural in the baby's nursery.  Their little boy is due in four weeks.  How exciting.  I just love babies.  My husband, on the other hand, is sitting on his butt playing video games and watching television.  I had to tell him to do the laundry, dishes, and vacuum so I wouldn't have to after the day I had been having.  Let's just say, my husband isn't a very good housewife.  I'll be working some more when I get back from finishing the mural, of which I will be doing now, so have a great evening everyone and I will keep you updated on the much-a-do about everything here.