Monday, April 9, 2012
Monday
Our boy put the protege to sleep last night He slept about 15 minutes then popped back up and went back to the party. Nabal and the protege passed out outdoors I guess. At 8:30 this morning the party music on the back is still going. Nabal has been in an odd mood all day. He's going to work for a company. Being nice because he's got a pee test coming? Count me out buddy! He's been acting like he did something that deserves a reward. Very insistent tonight that I sleep with him tonight. I can't even be subtle anymore. The worst behavior was him talking about the Protege drinking and not going to work. Hell he napped until 1... At about 2 or 3 the Protege started stumbling his way from the patio to bring in all the food and dishes Nabal left outside the night before. There was about 5lbs of uncooked beef sitting out in 72 degree sun. I was making the cake for the boy's birthday. Nabal was sitting watching dirty pics of animals on the computer. (checked history) He never once lifted a finger to bring a thing in the house. I had to venture out early this morning to bring the cayenne and brand new salt in so I could make breakfast. I remembered when we cooked out as a family. The exact same thing would happen... Nabal barely helped, more often would promise to bring whatever was left in when he came in, only to have to go get it the next day. The raw meat: he cooked it all in the oven. Asked could he freeze it raw. NO, it sat out all day! In the sun! 72 degrees! I think I may have heard him talking about a lawyer. I really think he's just waiting to be on his feet, find some girlies and ditch us. Fine by me. Heard him singing in spanish a song about leaving and not to flattering than heard him remember I do speak spanish. Didn't bat an eyelash. Unreadability is my goal. What he doesn't know he can't use against me.
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