I've grown to like this forum as it's given me an outlet to vent about Dumbass. The last post was something that happened early on and so I thought for this one I would keep us in the present.

On Superbowl Sunday, my wife and I decided that we would tackle a few errands we needed to do in preparation for the game. It came to my attention that Dumbass was going to watch the game at a friends house and be spending the night. To say I was overly estatic might be an understatement. When Dumbass is not at home, it's like a pressure valve has released the steam from an over heating pot. The Occupy Living Room encampment is cleared out, my wife and I can enjoy our space and privacy, and best of all Dumbass isn't there.

So Sunday I spent the morning cleaning our bedroom and our bathroom prior to running our errands. As I was coming down the stairs, Dumbass immediately goes to take a shower to get ready to leave at 12:30. I unfortunately forgot my wallet, mask, & car keys in my briefcase and couldn't go upstairs because Dumbass was in the shower.

So to kill some time my wife and I hung out in the living room, waited for the couch paper weight to come down so I can run up.

Now this part is important.

We have a cat scratcher in the shape of a house that we keep in front of a closet. In order to get into the closet you have to move the scratcher. It's a cardboard scratcher by the way that cost $4 on sale.

Dumbass in his Dumbass ways moves this cat house out of the way but NEVER puts it back. On Sunday not only did I stumble into the cat scratcher AGAIN, but also our laundry basket that he moved out of the way to get to the closet. So I had to push past this obstacle to get in and then rearrange things back to how they were. I started to curse very loudly in the house so everyone could hear.

When I came down stairs my wife saw that I was fuming and just wanted to leave immediately. When we got into the car she said to me matter of factly "the cat scratcher was in the middle of the door again". She knew. She knew exactly what that putz had done because he is if anything a creature of habit.

As a consolation my wife just kept reminding me that he'll be gone when we get back home.

Boy was she wrong. Not only was he still there, but now there was a doubt as to whether he was even going anywhere anymore. As you can imagine, the raging beast that dwells deep inside me was starting to rear his ugly head. 

Luckily he left but unfrotunately he came back.