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Originally Posted by ASBSECU E93
Sup Lups?!?!
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Hey Asb! All good? How's waffles? The wife still tolerating you?
I do believe I've taken my tendency to fuck up royally to a new level this week! Out of all the w I've managed to talk myself out of, this one might end my lucky streak.
We are having a lovely family-wide battle here. Hubby wants a house, I thought I had enough time to wiggle my way out of it and bore him so badly while going over budgets and renovation plans that I'd have until the summer before I'd need to get serious about it. My final goal was to build a summer home and be there so much with the kids that he'd forget about this new thing! It was an awesome plan!
So I found a perfect house straight away. The fucker meets all my requirements , then I went for the plan b and started producing endless data and calculations about renovations and not even the calculator helped me. So I tried the plan C, a total bitch mode.
Endless lists of options and demands of guidelines for the projects were issued, I was pretty sure past weekend that I was going to get my way since lets be honest: The idiot who married me just doesn't care how I do up a house, as long as the pieces fit together. It was a lovely weekend of me being a horrible witch, and him and the damn kids formed an alliance even bribery couldn't break and on Monday he came up with the demanded guidelines.
At that point the plan D, which was absolutely foolproof was adopted, and I claimed I lost my phone to avoid calling the real estate agent.
Well, today I managed to make my situation even worse since hubby came home with flowers and I was informed it's our wedding anniversary. Then I had to get busy pretending I of course knew it was our wedding day (I didn't actually believe him, I had to text my mom to ask if it was so. An other proud moment to forget hopefully soon) and then I couldn't figure out how long we've been married so that show went from shit to even worse when the kids and the spouse used this tiny, tiny lapse of memory against me and then I was stuck trying to pretend I was suddenly extremely busy writing something while the house was brought up in the middle of it all, again.
It's so fucking cold here now I couldn't even run away with the traitor dogs since they refused to go for a long walk and I was stupid enough to let my bestie know how I fucked up this time so he didn't take me in to his extra warm house for shelter! The fucker laughed meanly at me and sent me home.
So anyway, since I magically found my phone, and since it appears I lost this fight in an epic way I will tomorrow play nice and call the stupid agent. I can't even remember why exactly I thought making this this difficult could serve my interest of spending the summer fishing, I'm now trying to figure out a way to polish this week out from the official family history.