September 30, 2011

  • The Shit Hits The Fan....

     

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    It was bound to happen.  Assholecakes struck again.  He turned off the Princess's internet service and it wasn't in his name.  He lied to the customer service people and said she hadn't lived at the location for two weeks and got just the cable service, not the internet.  He did this knowing the Princess had two films for school she had to view plus an online test she had to take this weekend.  She went in to the office and had a fit and they told her he had to authorize turning it on.  She kept calling him (40 times) and he wouldn't pick up.  When she went home (livid of course), she yelled at him and told him that she was fed up and was leaving TODAY.  She then started moving boxes and furniture out of the trailer and into her storage unit (after she picked up our truck, of course).  He then called the service and, on one of her trips back, told her she just had to call and say it was fine to turn the internet back on but she told him it was too late now.  Then he went into his *I don't understand why you're being so mean about this.  What did I do?* mode.

    So, we now have Chewlee and the Princess here a bit earlier than planned.  The good news is that the cottage/shed is in place.  The guy came early this morning and he did a great job leveling it, too.  The Beast, unknown to me, had already put in a clothes rod (a big one) in it so the Princess had a place to put her clothes that were on hangers.  We also moved out some of the least used winter clothes from our hall closet so there's enough room for Chewlee's jackets since she will be sleeping here when everything is said and done.

    The Beast also finally moved out some of his other stuff from the closet in the guest room and emptied some of the drawers that he had filled with his *stuff* from computers that he had stripped and a bunch of stuff that belongs in his camera bags.  It was just easy for him to drop them into drawers rather than be neat and put them in the camera bags.  At least there is room now for Chewlee's clothes.

    So we start on our journey into becoming a cohesive family unit for a while.  When the Beast started worrying about where his brother would sleep, I told him *no problemo*....he can sleep with the Beast and I'll sleep on my recliner for the time he is here.  They will be the ones working hard and will need a good nights sleep.  I'm just hobbling around here and will have to worry about our dinner mainly.  I keep weird hours anyway, especially lately. 

    Love you all.  Will keep you posted.