Just another day in Paradise


Not really but who's counting? It started out pretty good actually. I was relaxed and enjoying life. I layed in bed and read emails from last night and chatted a bit. Then Matt (my oldest called) and said he dad came back in town last night instead of tonight. Told me the reason not that I gave a shit about it. So I decided I would clean my closet that looks like a bomb went off in it. Then Tom showed up to get some stuff. So I sent Michael to help him. Then I went down to show him which sofa table he couldn't take like he asked. He acted shitty, so I went back up stairs. Then I came back down to get my pillows that I let him use on that furniture. The pillows go with the furniture that I'm keeping . He pitched a fit about it. He said what are you doing and I said taking my stuff. He said they were on the furniture I said yes I let you use them. Well it turn in to a fuck you fight. I told him to get the fuck out. I knew that'd piss him off. So Michael helped him load everything. Oh and he thought he was going to take my blankets I left down there. NOT! I took all his stuff out of his closet and threw it in the front room for him. He can pack it himself. Dick head. I'll be glad when he gets the hell out completely.

Now I got that off my chest.

So I went shopping at Garden Ridge. A home decorating store. I think they are over priced but they've got some cool stuff. I bought Michael a new comforter set for his bed and one for my new bed. New pillows for us both. I feel a bit better.