Wednesday, September 21, 2011

My Drunken Wife…Again

Well, it's just three days since my wife has been home. She's drunk again. First time I've noticed it in a while. What a bloody bitch – today it was, "You never told me about a new client for my business." Well, not only do I work all day at mine, but I handle hers as she has a full time job at the same time.

I responded that "First, I sent you an email; and Second, the prospective client sent you one." She responded loudly, "No, it's not on my phone."

It, of course, was…she has two email accounts on this piece of crap Android and doesn't check them both.

But she is drunk, and as her oldest friend, a "recovering" alcoholic, says, "You can't talk to drunks." You can't.

And even worse is talking to narcissistic drunks. Despite what the AMA says, I don't believe alcoholism is a disease – I believe it's a choice – So, if you're drunk, it's your own damned fault.

Thank goodness she returns to work tomorrow.

Wife’s Back; Life Yuk!

I forgot how pleasant it is to "live" alone. My wife's been back for three days and continues her bitchy ways. Unfortunately, she didn't go to work today because she has laryngitis; and doubly unfortunately, she keeps talking.
 

Let's see, today, first thing, she decides to clean the refrigerator which of course had to involve me to some extent – I just told her I was busy, working, trying to earn a living and she, of course, got angry.

And now I learn that I've got to go to dinner, yet again with the Houseguest Who Almost Stayed Forever. Another weekend evening blown with pedantics and boredom. And don't try to tell me that "…at least the food will be good," as when those in attendance drone through their lives, which are absolutely unextraordinary, everything loses its taste.

I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, an elitist, but I abhor having to listen to people about whom all converstation revolves. I frankly don't care if they bought a new car, or did their laundry, or went here or there.

I can't tell you exactly what I care about, however, I can tell you that I enjoy engaging in conversation, rather than simply being a listener to drivel.

My rant for the day.