Huck

Cool with me. The only rule I've laid down for my wife is that she can do what ever she wants to the house, I don't care, just don't touch my garage. And Stephy knows better, I have he trained well. It's her mom that is the problem. So we'll have to figure out how to keep her out of your garage too, cause God knows she'll be over there trying to clean your side as well.

The other day I was fixing the track for one of the drawers in the kitchen, when you pull it out the back roller comes off the track sometimes and it gets kinda jammed up. So I took the drawer out, took the back screw out of the bad track and was in the process of adjusting it when I decided to go to the bathroom. While I'm in there I hear her come in the kitchen and start moving stuff. I come out and all my tools are gone. While I'm trying to figure out what happened she comes back from the garage and says "all your tools are on the floor in the garage. If I can't touch anything in your garage, you can't touch anything in my kitchen!". I considered reminding her that she is living in our house for free because I allow her to and that she doesn't own my fuckin kitchen, but then I thought better of it. I smiled, told her she was right and apologized, and went in the garage to put everything away.

2 minutes later I heard the drawer hit the ground and silverware falling on pots and pans, followed by screaming in Spanish. She comes flying into the garage demanding to know what I had done. I told her I was in the process of fixing the drawer that she had been complaining about for 2 weeks when she decided to be a bitch. She's like, alright I'll let you come in there and fix it. I started laughing at her, and told her nope, I'm not allowed in the kitchen anymore, so you can fix it yourself. That was two days ago. She was furious.

Me 1. Moni 0. Her move.


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