Hot and Shitty

Well, it's DAMN hot out, and moods at my house are SHITTY! (Animals still love me)
Mike started his new job in Greencastle last Monday. his comment after 3 days, "If you don't mind a hot, dirty, stinky, unfriendly little shit-hole, then this is the place for you!"
As I write (at 7:55 PM) he's crashed out in bed. He got angry with me when I said that I'm NOT the house nigger, and if I cook, then he ought to clean up after, and vise versa. I wake up BEFORE he does, I fix his lunch, feed the critters, and I have coffee ready for him when he DOES wake up. Then I get home a good 40 minutes AFTER he does. Is that asking so much?
I'm NOT going to be the good house nigger, at least the good house nigger gets sex...........haven't had that in...let's count....30 months. Damn pitiful if you ask me.
Oh, he doesn't like me blogging, hates it actually. But he doesn't know how to check on my blogs........so I don't give a rat's ass.
Speaking of rats asses..................Mike Davis is an asshole. He doesn't really care for his people. Ask Darla, Larry, Christy, Laura, anyone. He'd just as soon sell us down river as to look at us.
Damn, the dryer just dinged, and he's snoozing away. Gotta pull out the shirts and blouses so they won't wrinkle into oblivion. I can fold the undies, socks, and undershirts later.

Boy, do I need some relief....................poop!

HAPPY 4TH

Mike's sleeping in the other room.........he's been sick with a bad case of strep throat/sinus infection. I knew that this was coming, the last 4 months have been very stressful, especially on him.
He was really sad last Friday because the "guys" at work (who weren't getting laid off) didn't have a little send-off for the 8 guys who were being laid off. Last month when a few other guys left at the end of May, Mike organized a send-off and brought the beer (drank out in the parking lot from a cooler in Mike's trunk...how 80's)
I just told him that Most men act like nothing has changed, and pretend that it's no big deal. It was the same for him in Virginia. He knew those guys for 17 years, even lived with a few of them on and off over the years, but no farewell send-off, no meaningful exchange. Hell, for the most part, only 1 guy, Robbie, has kept in touch with Mike. Guess you never really know who your friends are until the shit hits the fan.
Most men are assholes, I've found. I've worked with them for 25 years come November, and once in a while one of them will surprise me by NOT being predictable. Oh sure, sometimes Mike will do something totally out of character..and I have to cry. "Why?" you ask. Because it proves that he CAN do or say whatever it was that got the tears going, and I can't understand why he won't/can't do it all of the time. Does that make sense?
By the way, one of my resumes I sent out for Mike came through. He's supposed to start a new job on 7/10/2006 in Greencastle. Granted, he'll be making 2/3 what he was before, but these days....that's REAL GOOD. He'll make $.43 less than me, and like I said before...I've been doing what I do for almost 25 years. If he can hang in there for 8 years (until he's 65) I will quit my job, and we can move wherever he wants. I've promised him that, I think I owe him that.
He's stirring, I'll make him fresh coffee. :-) TTFN

Foot note: Pun intended. The leg's doing well, better than expected. I can even wear my cute summer shoes now. Maneuvering in the yard is still tricky because of the mole holes..but I'm pleased.