I've asked H about 6 times today about what time he is going to pick up SS and what time he will be home. I've finally nailed him down and he said that he would be home with SS between 5:00 - 5:30. Then he asks why it matters. I said, "I don't know, just wondering." Then he says, get this: "Why? Are you making dinner?"

Umm. "NO!"

That's laughable. I do NOT cook for SS. He snubs his nose at everything I cook for him - even if he really does like it. Why the f*ck would I cook for him? I haven't cooked for him in at least 8 months.

Why is it so important for me to know when they will be here? So I will know when my home is going to be invaded by a little *sshole that comes rip-roaring into my house, crapping in my toilet (clogging up the toilet because he uses too much toilet paper) and banging all of my cupboard doors and drawers around trying to eat all of my snacks.

AHHHH,... SS just drives me NUTS!!!

Well, here's to a weekend of non-existance as SS acts like a little sh*t head if H even so much as tries to have an adult conversation with me.

I suppose it's time for me to get ready for the gym...