My fucking ex wife asks me to come to her house to hang out with our daughter while she goes to a party this evening. Nice guy that I am, I do it because I like spending time with my daughter when it isn't my week with her. While we're watching a movie together, my daughter starts complaining about her throat being so sore that she can hardly swallow and having a bad headache all day. Sounds like the familiar symptoms of strep throat I think to myself. I eventually put my daughter to bed, and wait for her mom to get home. When she returns (later than she said she would), I tell her that E is complaining about her throat, to which she replies, "yeah, I am going to take her to the clinic tomorrow". The fuck? She knew she was sick, and didn't tell me so I would come over so she could go to the party. Just so happens, I ate the last bit of E's dinner that she didn't finish. I'll be right pissed if I wake up feeling sick tomorrow.
to being so OCD about refinishing a table. I'm never completely happy with the "final coat". The current one has bits of lint stuck in it.