My house, my rules

Hello…

Good day folks, it’s been a while….

I’m still here, ain’t got nowhere to run, nowhere or whom to hide from… I’m just existing day by day…So why am I writing?

Cause it’s fucking cold and two (just happened now) my oldest shouldn't be a douche bag!

Temperatures out there are a brisk -24, windshield feels like -35….but it feels more like –a billionth!!

And what is the problem with my oldest? Glad you asked…

She’s an ‘OK’ kid %85 of the time, but sometimes she gets into power trip moods that she shouldn’t get into with me; a Latino father (or mother) whose word is the law of the land and nobody can contest it. Not even Jesus Christ!

My kitchen drain has been clogged up and nothing seems to have work. So I call the land lord and we agreed that they would come and look at it on Monday afternoon. I told her and she didn’t like it because no one would be here and the animals could escape. I told her that I had sat on the issue for too long and I wanted it fix, that she shouldn’t care about the animals;  “domo mea et praecepta mea”.  So I told her that she could stay if she wanted to stay but it was getting done………..I don't think she liked it...

so there, of my chest!

Have a good day folks…