First off, let me begin by saying THANK YOU for making me feel like a KNITTER. As I said before, this pattern is really easy – TRUST, if I can do it any body can. So get them needles, patterns, yarn, and get to knitting!
My family is big movie watchers. When The Hulk came out the first time, we all HATED it. We told every one not to see that movie! I was hurt because the green man was my bun coming up. Therefore, when we heard there was going to be another we were not too happy….until, the husband and I found out Big Ed was going to be in it. WE LOVE ED NORTON. ***Sidebar***Ed Norton is the business. He is so versatile, I do not even want to start naming what I like him best in because too many! In addition, if I see him in person the husband better watch out, I might know his ass over trying to get to him. Okay, I woke up.
The movie was great, we are still talking about it today and we saw it Friday, before Anger Mgmt graduation (Yes we squeezed in; I tried to convince her that it was her gift but she was not having it).
Anger Mgmt and College Boy are working this summer. Anger Mgmt do not want to work she has been trying to get out of working since her dad told her last year, that that was her last summer of loafing. College Boy is used to it he has been working since the 9th grade as well, although she thinks its unfair because this is her 8th grade summer (I did not tell her to be born in January, well…I guess, never mind). She text me on Monday telling me she is bored. I text her back and said it was money. Homegirl, text me back and said so. All I could do was laugh.
Mr. Stefon got dealt with on Monday. Why you ask? The hell if I know, he keeps pushing the buttons.
On Saturday, I decide to bake a cake and have him help because he is always yapping about how grandma let him do xyz. I let him help. However, we did not ice the cake or decorate it. He came to me later and asked me to do it I told him no, maybe tomorrow. I had every intentions of doing it on Sunday, but it was Father’s Day, so another day goes by. Well, on Monday, after running the kids and all that I cook dinner and look at the cake. WHY SOMEONE PINCH THE CAKE? I said what the hell? Mr. Conservative comes in there asking what is wrong, dying laughing because we all know who did it.
ME: I already know who did this crap. SSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEFFFFFOOONNN
ME: What happened to my cake?
S: (he says nothing looks down shame faced)
M: DID YOU TOUCH MY CAKE?
S: I don’t know?
I will not incriminate myself in this post, but TRUST, Mr. Stefon got dealt with!!!
But hold up, why he ask me for money the next day and some cake. Boy please you will not get NADDA. I am sorry I do not believe in rewarding crap like that, not at all. I ain’t the meanest mother, but I am not your friend either.
What was Mr. Conservative doing during all this? CRACKING UP! I mean, rolling on the floor. The other two were just shaking their heads, like, we never did anything like that. I looked at College Boy and said boy please, you used your damn shovel to cut my cake when you were little!