...Do they take old people? Would I get charged with Willful Neglect or Elder Abuse or Capital Murder if I snapped and then snapped his neck? I have a feeling he'd snap mine instead. Then he could go live with bitch from hell. She'd pitch him into a nursing home. I think he knows that. So I doubt he'll call DHS or the Po Po. Or snap my neck.
Actually, it could be worse. We could've lost power. Or been hit by a meteor. So I won't complain about House Boat. Or the lake I'm in.
I'm utterly exhausted. As soon as frat boys get back with whatever the hell is left at old house, I'm going to empty my pockets of cash for them and head to bed. The fuckin' home warranty contract MF plumbers didn't show up. It appears my bathroom wall will have to be sawed into. Major job. 500 lb. plumber apprentice came earlier and I knew more than he did. I had to convince him that this was a complicated job. And not to feel bad - my plumber didn't know what was wrong. He waddled out and said they'd be back between 12 and 4. It's 6 now. No plumber. I'm not surprised.
I am surprised, however, that I'm calm. IDGAF.
Trying to decide whether to attend client webinar tomorrow. I probably should. I can make a little money (haven't done that all week) and preserve my sanity by getting the hell away from The Daddler.
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