She's a smoker and an alcoholic, and makes my alcoholic dad drink more than he otherwise would. She is constantly fussing and cleaning and cleaning, so that if I put a cup down for five minutes, it's in the dishwasher so I end up going through 6 or 7 cups a day. She has such a low tolerance for messes that shhe cleans up every little thing my kids do and I can't possibly keep up with her, or them. Oh, and then she eventually gets all pissed about one mess or another, like she's building shit up.
One time my son was sitting on one of her cheap, made in china dining chairs, and was kind of leaning, and one chair leg broke. She went bananas, saying that he was being "willfully destructive" and that this was the 5th or six thing he had broken that day (he didn't break anything else at all during the whole visit.)
At Christmas we had asked all the relatives to pitch in with a little cash to help my wife save up for a new mac computer she's saving up for in lieu of a prresent. So one night, in a drunken stupor, she asks me "so how would you like it If I bought you a used iMac like from 1999, with a floppy drive and system 8.5?" I said, well, since it would be obsolete, it would end up being the kids computer, and they've already got an old computer, so I'd just as soon you didn't". So she says "well, I've ordered you one already anyway." :mad:
So today, the stupid thing arrives, loosely packed with a bunch of broken up styro. It's a 1998 G3 huge hunk o'crud THAT DOESN'T WORK AT ALL.
Here's the model, only the one we got had a big sticker with an "X" on it, and was caked with grime. (Look, a floppy drive! Remember those?)
AARRRGGGHH! If we had wanted her to buy some broken old piece o'crap online we would have asked for that! Is it so hard to just pitch in a few bucks to the computer fund?!?!
I never want to stay at their house again. I love my dad, but I cannot stand that drunk psycho. Her cooking sucks too. It's all greasy starchy salty crap from like 1961. This year she made meatloaf that looked like it had already been eaten and regurgitated, and the stuffing looked even nastier, so I felt really LUCKY TO BE ON A DIET.
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