Tomorrow we go down to a local real estate agent to sign the contract for the land. Yeah the FatCrankyBastid and I are over the gleefulness of this step. This being our 6th time to sign the bastid things. But apparently it’s not far off now. Which is good. As I dunno if the level of my enjoyment at BiPolarBarry ugly-yelling head rearing is getting out of hand. Not often is it directed in my direction, even BPBarry knows he don’t wanna tangle with THIS *jabs thumb backwards and mock snarls* piece of hot and sweaty ugliness.

Todays entertainment was in the lazy step-sister-in-laws direction. And I must say, in hindsight I was the catalyst for it. I exclaimed…yes exclaimed because it did surprise me at first…“That bloody dogs water bowl is fucking GREEN!”…Then I went for me shower. Thirty minutes later she was outside scrubbing and refilling it. That’s after she stacked and started the dishwasher. And now she’s doing some washing…nevermind it’s washing that was left clean but wet in the clothes basket from two days ago, she’s still doing it. Amazing what BPBarry can get moving when he’s in/on a tirade roll.

I bloody love it.

I’ve somewhat got over the horror, disgust and then puzzlement of what these people do. How they live etc. At first, if it disgusted me enough I’d do the chore. But then I was told a conversation the lazy step-sister had with her step-sister and brother-in-law…[ Yeah there are step-people all over the place here…*crack*] where she stated “why should she do anything when it all get’s done anyway”. Then she went on to bleat about having no life etc. And here I do agree with her, but that IS up to her how much of life she wants to experience. Admittedly she is somewhat nobbled, being slightly special and all. But dammit I’ve seen way stupider people than her doing their part and getting on in life.

The Other Day I totally felt like an AmerikenWoman. Funny, I felt it on my sixth trip to the changing room in Kohls. I ended up making at least nine. Walked out I am ashamed to say one hour and FORTY-FIVE minutes later. Yeah you can imagine the FatCrankyBastid was a tad more crankier than normal. HaHa. But really I didn’t care too much.

I scored a pair of chocolate duds that you can strap up to three quarter way and a pair of black three quarter adidas pants. I must say I believe I have found I like this style. My legs are getting too old to be seen out and about in mid-thigh shorts. The three quarter length is more fitting and flattering. Now I just wish I’d splurged more and lashed out and brought more of them then, as now I reckon the husband may be a might hesitant in going anywhere near the Kohls store in the near future. Heh.