This morning, she asked if she could take the car to Watertown and pick up crafting supplies-to make stuff for her sorority sisters. Well, that's a 30-minute-drive.
So, I did a little math and told her, "I need you to pick up your B. Control and give me $50 for the month of October."
--she just received her first paycheck. It only covered four days of work. This leaves her $30 in her account. I feel this is reasonable.
Miss Thang didn't like that too much. She didn't make a scene or anything. But, she, first, refused to go pick up bacon and cook us a nice brunch for a meal.
She is sitting on the border of pi$$yville and Jerk City.
But, she is heading to Walmart to pick up the ingredients for brunch.
My Gawd, she is so much like her father. Entitled, angry when she doesn't get her way, resentful when forced to deal with unpleasant realities...blaming...
I'm letting it out here as opposed to venting inappropriately.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
