Hope you all noticed the sarcasm there.

Friday, H wanted to supposedly take his d's out of town shopping-then suddenly acted like he decided not to take SD14 because of her grades. I immediately then said I would love to go! Because....I knew he and SD17 planned this all along...him to take her shopping, and tho he's telling me how we have to cut out any spending, he was going to blow a wad on her.

So I went. Studied on the way. And yep, sure enough, tho I found a little $5.00 top at a store, after we got home, I dug out the receipt (H hung behind, telling me to go on and he'd pay for my stuff). The bill at the store was $78.00. $5.00 of that was on me. A##hole. I found a top at another store-it was $72.00. Of course, he told me that was too much. Ummm, he can spend all that on the spoiled brat, and I just wanted to see where I stood. I now know, fur sure, don't I?

Oh, and the shoes-you know, the matchy matchy shoes? They came up to. I was in the ladies room, and SD17 came in. I mentioned to her that the only way I knew she was in there was from her shoes. Then I said "I told my friends about the matching shoes and they laughed". So, we get in the pickup, and she tells her dad, "BW says her friends laughed about our shoes, my friends think it's cool". He got furious-wanting to know why I would tell my friends. My observation here-he didn't mind her telling her friends, but he sure didn't want my friends knowing-because matchy matchy shoes for a 17 yo girl and her 44 yr old father are ...well, abnormal, and he knows it. Must be part of him that's not wantin everyone to know what he's like, hmmm.

So, took SD17 home that nite, picked up SD14, brought her here. H watched TV ALL DAY LONG. I studied. Took a test, which I did not do as well on as the others...because, tho I shut the door and worked on it hard, H sits in the living room and YELLS for SD14, who was downstairs watching TV. She then YELLS back. Oh, and studying....I closed the door, but H or SD14 were constantly opening it, for this, that or the other. Do you have gum? Can I have a cookie? What are you doing? blah blah blah.

Now H is in bed. because he's bored. I said-what? Your daughter is downstairs (the kid he hasn't seen in 4 weeks). His response -"are you lecturing me?". F him. So then, I asked why he got mad that I told my friends about the shoes, but it was ok for SD17 to tell her friends. His response "You were just jealouse because I didn't buy you a pair". B.S. I'd go barefoot before I wear matching shoes with SD17. But, girls, my only athletic shoes are old-and look like garbage. I haven't had in new pair in over six months-and I wear the heck out of them.

So, yes, this is another vent. I don't like H. Never mind love, I don't like him. He's just a big, lazy ass creep, IMHO.

Poor baby is bored. He sat in front of the tV all day, watching nothing but murder shows. All day. Violence and death. Can't wait for him to leave, and have my house back -