Duckfoot
Well-Known Member
I am having one of those days and it ain't even Friday yet....
Back up about 24 hours....
SWMBO's b-day was yesterday and all was good until I took her demon crotch fruit (My eventual step-dufus) to Tar-Jay to pick up cards, flowers and gift... Apparently the little twerp is so socially inept that he cannot pick a card for her... So he decides he wants to give her the one I picked out... Then he finds one he likes better, so at least I get my first pick... Fine... So we meander over to the floral dept and he proceeds to explain how he doesn't like to get gifts for people because he is 'no good at it'...
(Tangent - this is all after he explained the night prior how he wants us to drive him all over God's green Earth to hang out with his friends)
So on the ride home, I explain to him, "Go upstairs, give your mom a hug, a kiss and tell her 'Happy Birthday'!"... He asked when she is getting home and I explain that she is already there... I have him sign his card in the driveway (where he hands me back the card, not in the envelope and proceeds to tell me how we are abusing the environment by wasting an envelope that we aren't mailing... f*cking hippy).. I told him to take the flowers to her... He then replies 'What do you mean?'... After a 5 minute back and forth, he says "Well how I am supposed to give them to her if she isn't here?"...
I am now trying to find the strength from drowning him on a keggle of Star San....
(The highlights of evening are SWMBO had a lovely time at dinner and she, as a surprise, got me two Pilsner-esque glasses w/ Duckfoot Brewing engraved on them and had them hidden in the cupboard... I love this girl...)
Fast forward to today... I get the new stainless weld-less valve I ordered in the mail, so I figure I can get the keggle ready for an inaugural brew this week, since I am kicking my last keg of Apfelwein... (IPA, Vanilla Porter, Apfelwein and SWMBO's Hard Strawberry Lemonade are soooooo close at the moment....)
However Satan's Step-Demon has other plans, including a full on scream-fest about a set time to have homework started... FYI : He failed two classes last semester on his "Let me show you how I can do it myself" attitude...
All in all, I spent the last 4 hours dealing with 15 years of split family bullsh*t, that wasn't mine...
Essentially, his life sucks... It is all someone else's fault and he doesn't want any responsibility in helping himself... He is a negative dwelling soul who has no freedom, yet he only wants responsibility on his terms...
Think the bruises will show if I hit him with a pillowcase full of oranges?
I am spent... Thanks...
Back up about 24 hours....
SWMBO's b-day was yesterday and all was good until I took her demon crotch fruit (My eventual step-dufus) to Tar-Jay to pick up cards, flowers and gift... Apparently the little twerp is so socially inept that he cannot pick a card for her... So he decides he wants to give her the one I picked out... Then he finds one he likes better, so at least I get my first pick... Fine... So we meander over to the floral dept and he proceeds to explain how he doesn't like to get gifts for people because he is 'no good at it'...
(Tangent - this is all after he explained the night prior how he wants us to drive him all over God's green Earth to hang out with his friends)
So on the ride home, I explain to him, "Go upstairs, give your mom a hug, a kiss and tell her 'Happy Birthday'!"... He asked when she is getting home and I explain that she is already there... I have him sign his card in the driveway (where he hands me back the card, not in the envelope and proceeds to tell me how we are abusing the environment by wasting an envelope that we aren't mailing... f*cking hippy).. I told him to take the flowers to her... He then replies 'What do you mean?'... After a 5 minute back and forth, he says "Well how I am supposed to give them to her if she isn't here?"...
I am now trying to find the strength from drowning him on a keggle of Star San....
(The highlights of evening are SWMBO had a lovely time at dinner and she, as a surprise, got me two Pilsner-esque glasses w/ Duckfoot Brewing engraved on them and had them hidden in the cupboard... I love this girl...)
Fast forward to today... I get the new stainless weld-less valve I ordered in the mail, so I figure I can get the keggle ready for an inaugural brew this week, since I am kicking my last keg of Apfelwein... (IPA, Vanilla Porter, Apfelwein and SWMBO's Hard Strawberry Lemonade are soooooo close at the moment....)
However Satan's Step-Demon has other plans, including a full on scream-fest about a set time to have homework started... FYI : He failed two classes last semester on his "Let me show you how I can do it myself" attitude...
All in all, I spent the last 4 hours dealing with 15 years of split family bullsh*t, that wasn't mine...
Essentially, his life sucks... It is all someone else's fault and he doesn't want any responsibility in helping himself... He is a negative dwelling soul who has no freedom, yet he only wants responsibility on his terms...
Think the bruises will show if I hit him with a pillowcase full of oranges?
I am spent... Thanks...