Cheese has gone and now the poor cat is being called 'meow'. Not that you really need to call it as such as it is there 24/7 just waiting for attention - which for a lot of today was in the form of Shou and his toy crane.
I have a not quite blister from sawing wood and screwing in 30 screws for the...
Granny K's not too excited about the fact that we haven't taken the cat to the mountains yet. She's not too keen on the black cat thing. Me? I love it. She (pretty sure it's a she and if it is a he then I feel sorry for him cause he is hung like an invisible stallion) is just so pretty. That said though, Granny spent a good ten minutes talking to 'Meow' when she was trying to climb up her fly screen yesterday. Christ, that sounds a bit rude - not quite sure what on earth fly screen could be code name for but I meant the fly screen door.
Shou was very cute - decided the cat needed a blanket for nap time - and it was fuckin hot today...
And besides playing with the cat - hub and I had a bit of a barney. Marina has a slight case of the runs. I made curry for tea - the Japanese kind - and got an earful from hub about how I should have made her okayu (sloppy rice). I said I didn't think that was necessary and that if he wanted to he could. Go ahead. He went off on a rant about how I should listen to him more and that no wonder the kids don't listen. I am fuckin sick and tired of being blamed for two and four year old misbehaving. What happens in a few years when the kids are functioning properly? All of a sudden are they his kids?
'Fortunately' (??) the kids are both going through a lying stage so I can say 'oh, well they got the (pachinko) lying from you darling!
Three minutes later he gave Marina, who hadn't eaten any of her dinner, a yoghurt?? I am behind the eight ball on this one obviously. The girl has the shits. I shouldn't be feeding her curry. But yoghurt is OK? Yoghurt is all Granny K and hub harp on about if either of the kids have reverse bowel movement problems.
The 'exchange of words' ended in hub saying I should just pack up and leave if I hated it that much - this response drives me fuckin insane it does. I did not say that I hated it so much I wanted to leave. And hub telling me to leave 'his' house infuriates me to no end. These arguments are muttered words - so that the kids don't hear a full out screaming match.
Hub has just suggested a blow job to 'make up'.
Honestly. He wants to kick me out and then expects me to get on my knees? Silly, silly, man.
He should have learnt by now that it takes ten bunches of flowers, a lot of wining and dining, coming home by half six every night for four weeks AND some kisses and cuddles for me to warrant the BJ thing.
A shag is still in play though.
Maybe I should become a 'horny housewife' first....
seriously, the best way to 'make up'. I think I only have an hour left on my three day trial membership though!
Off I am then