Sunday, November 23, 2014

In Which I Rant About My Son and His Wonderful Wife

If you don't want to hear about Root and Chickie, don't read this. Keep your opinions to yourself. Remember, this blog is for me, not you!

I help Root with his taxes every year. They have 2 kids, so they always get a refund. Chickie refuses to have anything to do with this except spend the money- big help, that girl is!

She also LOVES to call the IRS and state to find out just how soon the money will be available to pass through her fingers. So much so, she caused the state to hold back their refund and want more info. I told her to get the info together- i.e. make a list of donations- and I would help the take care of this. This was back in May. She still hasn't done it.

Now their lack of action has caused the IRS to question their refunds and want extra money for 2011. My son asked me to help. I told him what I needed. He told me all their important papers are all tossed together in a couple of boxes in the garage. No surprise.

His wife works the night shift and gets off at 8:00 in the morning. She farts around all day, buying crap fro Facebook resale sites. The kids get home at 3:30 and she goes to bed once they get home. My son cooks dinner when he gets home. She wakes up about 8:30, eats and runs off to work. She doesn't clean, she doesn't cook, she doesn't watch her kids. But she claims she has no time because she is so BUSY! Yeah, busy spending money.

My son was going to come over today and we were going to work on the taxes. But now he doesn't have tie to come over because HE HAS TO CLEAN THE HOUSE!!!! He works 11 hours a day after getting up early with the kids and getting them breakfast before seeing them off to school. She just runs around all day.

Why the heck can't she clean? Why can't she learn to cook? She's the one who demanded a nice gourmet kitchen. I guess she thinks a nice kitchen will cook for her.

I think my son is leaving her after the holidays. As much as I hate to admit it, I will be glad. I will miss the kids, but I hate seeing him tied down to such a gadabout.

One thing I hate to bring up is the fact that someone from our church asked me where their new house was located. She asked because she said she sees Chickie's car all the time at the house where they rented a few rooms from this weird dude. I told her where they live now and how they moved in June, and she said Chickie's car is over there everyday until about 2:00. She asked me if I thought Chickie was having an affair with the guy. I told her I had no idea. But now that I think about it, it is rather strange to move your family into the home of someone you found on Craigslist! I mean, DUH, Craigslist killer! If they are doing the funky monkey together, they were doing it when they were renting rooms, probably before. He drove a school bus and was home from 9:00 until 2:00, the times the students were in school. The times Chickie was off. I hate to think about them laying up together. I have no proof of this but it does make you think.

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