Posts tagged mom

This goes to show what an idiot son I have. He calls me from frakking IRAQ to settle a bet over who recorded Shout first, Sting or some other guy I can’t remember, but wasn’t it Tears for Fears?

Shout
Shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without

So whatever, I dunno. Is there some database online you can check on these things? Where a song comes from and who has recorded it when?

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Then Mom called this morning, wanting to know if he got his package. I dunno, I forgot to ask. And she tells me – after I vented my frustrations about Venus’ inability to keep a decent home – that I need to politely sit her down and blah blah blah. This comes from a woman who will have an automatic snarky and sarcastic comeback for St. Peter at the gates. Yeah right lady. My tendencies to sound like you are why I’m so frakking nice to the girl in the first place. I know from my own experience that when someone is bitching at me I shut down and don’t listen. I said I’m trying to find a nice way . . .

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So tonight. Buck has no money and won’t go to play pool unless he’s got betting cash. I have cash. If I give him cash to go play pool, is that entrapment? I figure he does play pool, he just leaves there with or meets up with his on-the-side chickie. He didn’t go out Saturday night. I plan on getting there a bit later and watching from the shadows to see where he goes and then taking pictures – or something. How sad is that? I just need unquestionable truth when I confront him again.