My life. Summarized.

This last week fairly sucked.

My house is still a freakazoid example of Homelife In America since my home is small and old and weary. As in too small and weary for 3 people, especially when one of us is fat and collects baskets, Barbies and candles (me), one of us is an ever-starving computer geek and has assorted computer parts and shreds of cheese all over the place (Ben) and one of us is a 70's glam-rocker throwback and leaves large, rhinestone sunglasses, boots and lipgloss (Jake) wherever the shreds of cheese won't get on them. Add to this that 2/3 of us don't want to go to bed until 5am. I am the rebel 1/3. I thrive on being a rebel...and obviously, I do it with little sleep. I am not happy. Do I sound happy? The proper answer here is "Oh, fuck, no."

Now, to make life more fun, the other day I go do a grocery shop in order to make sure the 2/3 are fed. In fairness, GlamBoy thrives on looking emaciated and doesn't eat a lot because Lord knows when he might be called to wear a Ziggy Stardust costume or something. TechBoy has no such qualms and eats 18 meals a day, plus snacks. So, I try to stay nicely stocked up. I get home and head for the utility room freezer to drop off some 1/2 price Sara Lee cheesecakes and some meat...and what do I find? SOMEONE has accidentally knocked the plug to the freezer out of the wall and several hundred dollars worth of food is lost. I am not happy. Uh, okay, I'm PISSED. GlamBoy immediately says, "Not me." TechBoy hasn't even been out there and I know I didn't do it. The resulting conversation went like this:

Jake: Well, I know *I didn't knock the plug out!
Me: Oh, sort of like how you know you don't have my Bio-Oil and then I find it on your dresser?
Jake: Okay, I did do that. That was an accident, though.
Me: So, the freezer plug was an accident, maybe?
Jake: No! I check that.
Me: Why not keep an eye on my Bio-Oil, too?
Jake: I told you, *that was an accident.
Me: Well, since I know Ben didn't knock the plug out, and you swear there's no way it was you and I say it wasn't me and that I check every time I'm out there, you must think I'm lying about it and did it myself, then blamed you. Nice.
Jake: No, I never thought you'd lie about it!
Me: Then what are you saying here?
Jake: I don't know anymore, Mom. I'm sorry.
Ahhhhhh...success. We find our jollies where we can.

Also, that laptop? Still not here. I smell PayPal and eBay filings in our future, coupled with a possible money loss. Bastard. If he doesn't send it, I'm going to post his name, address, phone number, email addy, eBay name, etc. If Teclado E Mouse was still around, I bet he'd send harrassing emails to this guy for me. ::nods::