Chainfire

It’s HERE! It got yesterday finally! My signed 1st edition of Terry Goodkind’s Chainfire. I started reading immediately at about…. 4pm yesterday. I finished at 10:30am this morning.

Savor it? Oh i DID. but when I got to a place I thought “well maybe I could stop here and sleep…” It was already 5:30 am and I had to get the boy up an hour later ANYway.

So I’m tired. hee. but it was worth it.

MUCH worth it. Course, now I have to wait for a YEAR for part 2 of the next one….. Needless to say I’ll reread the whole series numerous times between now and then. *chuckles*

And – my jittery? I won an amazon gift certificate! yay! now… what to buy to keep me occupied between now and the next SoT book……

And – Happy Birthday Moosie!

Even as exhausted as I am today [yeah, i did it to myself, sue me.] I was in a good mood, until the asshole started in. OMFG. He had an audience today, see? So he made sure to pitch his comments about the kitchen and how he’d have to clean the whole thing top to bottom if he wanted anything to eat JUST loud enough for me to hear. I took the snarky little snappish comments for about 30 minutes until he started slamming the dishwasher because “normal sized plates don’t even fit!” – total bullshit, btw, he was putting them in the wrong fucking place. bloody idiot.

I got up and then he got pissed at ME for kicking him out of the kitchen. “I don’t understand why your angry with me! The only way this will get done is if I do it so just let me do it – I didn’t ask you for any help at all.” and when I just smirked and told him to get out again. “Why can’t we do it together then!” BECUASE THE KITCHEN IS TOO FUCKING SMALL.

AND he was being a bitch.

AND he was trying to get my goat, he succeeded, it was time to leave well enough alone. But OH fucking no. That wasn’t good enough.

Couple hours later after Christa was outside loading her car for the trip home “I still don’t understand why you’re angry!” I told him flat out that intended or not [i’m so fucking nice. it was VERY intentional.] he was sniping at me and made sure to pitch them just loud enough so I could hear them until he got a reaction. He got one. He could fucking deal.

Now i’m tired AND pissed off. And now he’s bitching about being hungry again, and because I just did a load of dishes and haven’t made it back to clean the counters and shit, and likely won’t because he’s pissed me off so bloody bad.

ARGH.

I HATE MEN. I fucking HATE them. HATE him. it’s a bloody wonder I haven’t killed him, I swear.