Zippy Fails at Home
Not even sure how to write this one up.
I come in to work one morning to find Zippy on the phone being screamed at by his wife, who BB and I refer to as "momma." When BB finally arrives, I text him and say, "lookout. Momma's on the warpath."
So he informs me that after I left the previous day (disease related) momma called the boy and started ripping into him so loudly that the words could be heard plain as day all around. The following stuck out enough for him to remember.
"You don't spend enough time at home. You're always out spending all your time with your sports." Now, as far as we know, he goes out to play a game of either softball or basketball (or something, who knows) once a week, twice a week towards the end of the season. Everybody needs something, and this is Zippy's something. Good for him, he needs hobbies.
"And even when you are home all you do is sit on the couch and eat chips." WERD MOMMA! That's all he does here too.
"Maybe I should just move out." I'm sorry, that's one that anybody in Zippy's position should jump all the fuck over. I'd be offering help in packing if that was ever uttered to me after an epic bitch session.
"And on top of everything else, it's time for us to start trying again." *BOGGLE* Yeah, that's right. Apparently the Zipper informed BB that his first kid came because they weren't getting along and she decided, on her own, that that meant it was time to have a kid. Because, in the immortal words of one georgeha, kids fix everything.
It's nice to know that every stage of his existence is filled with bile and hatred. If he wasn't such a worthless sack of crap, I'd offer to take him out for a beer. As it is, that would likely result in a hospital trip and a night or more in a cell.
Good Weather Plans
Getting excited about the sudden shift to decent weather. We've bounced up into the sixties the past couple days. Got the bike out and been riding to work again. Started cleaning up the yard. Getting the shop cleaned up and ready for another season of workbench evenings building things that probably shouldn't be built, all good times.
And then this damn cold knocked me on my ass. Nothing worse than a spring cold, and this one came on like gangbusters. One day I had a tickle in my throat, next day I couldn't even get out of bed until about 1:30 or so in the afternoon.
And then it just hangs on. And hangs on. And hangs on. Going on my second week of sniffles and hacking now. Nonsense right when the weather turns.
So, yeah. Colds and good weather. Still, I'll take this over the damn snow.
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