Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Made, Not Born

Mr. Awesome considers me to be an unreasonable (maybe even intolerably) crazy bitch. What he HASN'T considered is that unreasonable (maybe even intolerably) crazy bitches aren't BORN, they're MADE and then easily PROVOKED. (LOOK UPON ME, FATHER-IN-LAW, AND LET YOUR EYES REST UPON THE UNHOLY CREATION //YOU// MADE.)

Tonight's "crazy bitch" trigger: being a seventy year old man who spills carbonated lemonade on the floor and through ineffective means of cleaning it spreads the mess over 1/3 of the kitchen thus leaving the mess for his daughter-in-law to clean, on her hands and knees, when she's bleeding like a stuck pig AND suffering from the stomach flu and then feigning absolute and total ignorance of the spill despite the daughter-in-law hearing the fucking bottle of soda of drop earlier in the evening.

DON'T MAKE ME OUT TO BE A CRAZY ASS BITCH WHEN YOU'RE LEAVING ME YOUR FUCKING MESSES TO CLEAN UP WHEN I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SIT UP FOR LONGER THAN FIFTEEN MINUTES AT A TIME.