I sent him an email explaining that I didn’t want him using my outlet because I have way too much stuff plugged into it already. I’m still perplexed by his claim that he can’t get a wireless connection from his room, since it’s just below the cat room. I think it’s all BS. I suggested that we remedy the problem by moving the router to his room. He responded in a way that would indicate he is not all that interested in fixing the problem.
I don’t know that I have a cable hook up in my room, and I’m not sure how soon I’m going to get it. it’s not a big deal. I realize you don’t seem too comfortable with the set up, so if I want to get on the internet I’ll try to go to a coffee shop or something.
Cry me a river….
Grant –
There is a cable. I lived in that room for 6 months. So we can move the router - since Ty and I have no prob getting a connection from anywhere in the house, or see if Fran's router works better for you. Just let me know what you prefer- No need to go to a coffee shop, unless you want to.
To this he only said, “whatever you want to do is fine.”
Then I saw him a few hours later in the kitchen. There was some plumbing work going on, so there was quite a lot of banging and noise. To my knowledge he had no idea what was going on so I casually said, "Just a little repair work going on."
"Obviously," he responded dryly.
I had no control over my eyebrows shooting straight up in disbelief.
I’m not sure if I’m just feeling extra cranky this week, but I’m really bored of the whole man-boy routine. There really seems to be an over abundance of them roaming the globe. Why, oh why, did we let one move into our house?
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