Jesus Christ, if my Dad doesn’t stop calling Tim’s cell phone after getting voicemail on our landline, I am going to lose my entire shit on him. If he actually cared about talking to me, he would call *my* cell phone after getting voicemail on the landline. But he never calls my cell phone after the landline — he always calls Tim next, and then says he’s “worried about me” because the landline went to voicemail. I don’t actually believe that the reason he calls Tim is because he’s “worried”; I think he 100% does it because he thinks that he's snitching to Tim that his little wife isn’t at home where she should be.
He also doesn’t leave a message on the landline’s voicemail, so he clearly doesn't have anything important to say. He just wants to yank on my leash. I am so tired of that old man’s bullshit.
(Spoiler: 90% of the time when Dad calls and I miss the call, I'm either in the basement or the shower, neither of which has a phone extension. Tim knows I don't leave the house voluntarily.) (Although I *am* getting my hair cut and colored with a new stylist in an hour. Pray for my golden tresses!)
Your dad has given you a lot of tiring bullshit, that's for sure. Hope the new stylist is great!
If I were a betting woman, I'd bet 4 Siamese kittens that he'll call the landline while I'm getting my hair cut and absolutely freak out when I don't answer. I would bet 4 additional Maine Coon kittens that he will NOT follow up the landline call by calling my cell (which I wouldn't answer at the salon anyway).
I don't think you will be able to find anyone to give you good odds
Hi darlings! Have skipped and skimmed.
We now want a remake of Bend it like Beckham where the girls are gay and Joe the coach falls for Tony the gay cousin.
Yes please.
Atropa, so sorry your dad is having health mysteries. Glad he is communicating at least. I’m also curious about your supplements, when you have a spoon to spare.
Love all the Shir updates.
And now my stuff:
Staying with Calli was an absolute delight. I petted Liefur and Javi came to smell me while I pretended to sleep, which I am counting as a win.
And I. Got. The. Job. I start 6/24, so the clock is ticking. I’m giving notice Monday. Looking at a place today where I’d have the upstairs area of a condo to myself, with a private bath and sitting area, and would be living with a woman who looks to be in her mid-50s and has a cat. The location is pretty much PERFECT and the rent is in my budget.
So I release the job~ma in exchange for any housing~ma that might be floating around.
And I. Got. The. Job.
Hooray!!!! That's so exciting!
smonster, that is fan-fucking-tastic! Congratulations! So happy for you. Yay!
