I'm sitting here avoiding cleaning. I've got all my laundry done...almost, and I've scrubbed my kitchen and cleaned off the dining room table which instead of eating off of, it generally a catch all spot. I still need to scrub the bathroom and dust the house and vacuum. ugh. I should just hire a cleaning lady. I really hate doing it.
FH is at a bird show this weekend and just called me all upset. His one "friend" showed up and started screaming at him in front of everyone. Said "friend" and FH trade birds back and forth and money usually doesn't exchange hands. The last two years though, "friend" has been mad at FH for something we have no idea about, just doesn't talk to him, is weird around him, etc. "Friend" called and needed a bird the other night though, so FH said he had one, and would bring it. FH decided to ask him for money for the bird, he had pretty much called their friendship a done deal and I told him everything here on out should be dealt with like any other person, bird for cash. "Friend' was apparently FURIOUS over FH wanting to charge him for the bird and that's why he came to the bird show screaming. Instead of talking to him like a normal person and discussing things, he decided screaming would be a better way to deal with things. I am MAD about this. This is the absolute last straw for me. For some reason, FH has always found someway to defend the numerous sketchy things "friend" has done, and I cannot for the life of me understand why. (another sketchy thing was "friend" getting rottweilers from a friend of a friend in the czech republic or somewhere, bringing them over here and wanting us to provide Timmy for breeding. NOT A CHANCE in h*** I was going to let that happen. "Friend" had to get rid of the one male dog he had because it was aggressive and bit a child (who was at his wife's home run daycare). He better be damn glad I chose not to go to this birds show this weekend. I would have turned my inner bitch on and told him - he's one of those guys who thinks women should stay home in the kitchen, he wouldn't have taken kindly to my lashing for sure.
Enough with that rant...sorry I just needed to vent somewhere.
Stacey.