The gory details
Nov. 27th, 2003 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220So granny's doing that martyr-ish thing she does. It's aggravating mostly, because she does it when I tell her that her stupid ideas are, well... stupid.
Moving things from one box into another box for no good reason is... stupid. It's just making work.
Moving all the furniture around to fit an extra armchair that you don't need in the room while simultaneously rendering you unable to open one side of the wardrobe is also... stupid. And I refuse to move things because, again... it's just making work.
Having a big-assed fit about the upstairs bathroom smelling of drains is also stupid because, unless you've forgotten, the cistern has been sitting there full of unmoving water for the best end of 6 months now. It's going to smell funky the first few times you flush until aaaaaall of the stagnant water has gone. Having a fit and pouring bleach down the pan is not. Going. To help.
Standing there looking hangdog and like an abused puppy when I TELL you there's a good reason not to do something than saying in that oh-so-pitiful way "Oh. Well... one word from me and you does as you pleases... I expect I'll be up here later to do it myself..."
Emotional blackmail just pisses me off, I'm surprised you hadn't noticed that by now. Though of course tomorrow she'll be all "Oh, you seemed angry at me yesterday... are you sure you're alright? You're not expecting a visit from THE CURSE are you...?"
*facepalm*
Don't...
Don't even GO there... And you can tell just by the way she says it that it's in bold italics, y'know... like a bad movie trailer's voice over.
Plus if you'd you know, stop trailing round like a lost shadow I'd get all of this stuff sorted faster. As it is I have to stop hoovering every 30 seconds because you keep trying to talk to me every time I turn the thing on.
*grumbes* All the evils of the world may be grandad's fault, at least according to you, but darnit at least he's quiet about it.
*sighs and tries not to strangle people*
I need a weekend. I need for granny to stop trying to do things I neither want nor am supposed to let her do (climbing the stairs being a big thing there). I need someone to save me from this insanity. I need a life, a career, a vocation, a bigger paycheque and lots of hot sex with someone who isn't fictional. I need to go buy potatoes to finish making that soup.
Yeah... that'd make the universe a better place...
Soup... among other things.
Moving things from one box into another box for no good reason is... stupid. It's just making work.
Moving all the furniture around to fit an extra armchair that you don't need in the room while simultaneously rendering you unable to open one side of the wardrobe is also... stupid. And I refuse to move things because, again... it's just making work.
Having a big-assed fit about the upstairs bathroom smelling of drains is also stupid because, unless you've forgotten, the cistern has been sitting there full of unmoving water for the best end of 6 months now. It's going to smell funky the first few times you flush until aaaaaall of the stagnant water has gone. Having a fit and pouring bleach down the pan is not. Going. To help.
Standing there looking hangdog and like an abused puppy when I TELL you there's a good reason not to do something than saying in that oh-so-pitiful way "Oh. Well... one word from me and you does as you pleases... I expect I'll be up here later to do it myself..."
Emotional blackmail just pisses me off, I'm surprised you hadn't noticed that by now. Though of course tomorrow she'll be all "Oh, you seemed angry at me yesterday... are you sure you're alright? You're not expecting a visit from THE CURSE are you...?"
*facepalm*
Don't...
Don't even GO there... And you can tell just by the way she says it that it's in bold italics, y'know... like a bad movie trailer's voice over.
Plus if you'd you know, stop trailing round like a lost shadow I'd get all of this stuff sorted faster. As it is I have to stop hoovering every 30 seconds because you keep trying to talk to me every time I turn the thing on.
*grumbes* All the evils of the world may be grandad's fault, at least according to you, but darnit at least he's quiet about it.
*sighs and tries not to strangle people*
I need a weekend. I need for granny to stop trying to do things I neither want nor am supposed to let her do (climbing the stairs being a big thing there). I need someone to save me from this insanity. I need a life, a career, a vocation, a bigger paycheque and lots of hot sex with someone who isn't fictional. I need to go buy potatoes to finish making that soup.
Yeah... that'd make the universe a better place...
Soup... among other things.
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Date: 2003-11-27 08:49 am (UTC)Just think. When Kat gets there, she can wibble at Kat and cut back on you. PLUS, she'll be dropping hints like mad that John and Kat are so GOOD together and that they should get married so she can have little great-grandkids. :D
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Date: 2003-11-27 08:52 am (UTC)The power of distraction :D