Then I got home. And I heard the words I hate most in the world: "We need to talk."
When I was a kid, that was the harbinger of doom. I don't think I have ever expressed to Kent the extent to which those words in that order are NOT OKAY TO USE WITH ME.
The Patriarch called while I was gone. He specifically waited until I was gone (coward). He told Kent as much.
Apparently, Johnnie Fae got upset about my fb posts about the trip. Did I have some fun at Lars' expense? Yes. Did I say anything negative about her hospitality? Uh, no.
I can see getting upset if someone attacks your partner (gee, I wouldn't know anything about that).
Yes, I had some negative things to say about Lars. If THAT'S why she went on the offensive, I totally get it. I've wanted to shiv people when they have less than positive things to say about Kent. Fine.
I obviously need to learn manners on social media.
But I had nothing negative to say other than I was offended over Lars proving he is every chauvinistic cliché that a woman working in a kitchen encounters.
So Kent got hijacked by his dad on the phone this weekend.
On the upside, it will be a cold day in hell before I am allowed back in his house. I am strangely okay with that.
On the downside, he managed to get under my skin in ways I didn't even know existed.
So Kent stays with me just because he can't get anyone else, and his dating pool is limited because he's older, doesn't make six figures and doesn't own a car. Or so I've heard.
Apparently, I'm the big door prize.
I cant' even begin to describe how angry I.am.
Except for the part where it's not. Suffice to say, wonderful fun times were had. And I came home with great memories, fun quotes, new friends, a billion little soaps and shampoos...and con crud. Huzzah!