Patrol your goal!
Last night we had the pleasure of watching the Wings beat the snot out of the Kings at the Staples center. Steve's cousin had some tickets and he could not make the game; so he gave them to us. They were nose bleed seats, but we had a great time any way. We got there early enough for me to snap off a few warm up photos. I did my best not to bare my breasts and press them against the glass. Nor did I lick the glass. I'm sure if Shanny were there, I would not have been able to hold restraint.
We got home at a decent time and were relaxing on the couch when the phone rang.
It was 9:30 pm.
Say it with me barflies.
YOU DON'T CALL MY HOUSE AFTER 8:30 PM.
It turned out to be Steve's brother, the Fucking Moron. From what I could gather, he and Lisa (his 15 year old daughter) were watching some show called "twitches" and they came up with some hair brained idea that they wanted to get "family tattoos". Since I'm the only witch in the family, he wanted to know what would be a good symbol for them to get. I asked Lisa if her father was drunk, she said no. I knew she was lying. Fucking Moron had just recently done his 200th stint in rehab. No, I'm not exaggerating on how many times he's been to rehab. Any way, he asked me if my MIL had told me what drama is going on in his Jerry Springer life this week. I told him she didn't. We really don't give a shit what they do. We've washed our hands of the situation. I told him that there was nothing he could tell me that would shock me about them. Apparently Lisa got caught giving some guy a blow job on the beach (remember, she's 15. Oh yeah and has done 2 stints in rehab herself).
Like this would shock me. I drolly asked, "well FUCKING Moron, does she spit or swallow?". This sent him over the edge and he starts going on about how is "baby girl" shouldn't be doing this, blah, blah, blah. He hands the phone to Lisa and wants me to "straighten her out". I calmly told her what she did with her body was none of my business, but could she please practice safe sex. I offered to buy her flavored condoms and informed her that you CAN get aids from blow jobs. I asked her to please respect her body and always use her head and make sure the guy wears a rubber.
So much for a nice relaxing evening.