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I almost killed my daughter yesterday. I am serious. She was one step away from being kicked out, disowned, and dead meat. She knew it too and was scared of me for a few minutes. Why you ask? Because she came home from school yesterday and informed me right after I had finished teaching a really rough class...

She fucked up my brand new car.

Yes, the car that is barely three months old with 2500 miles on it. The first car I have had in a long time that I truly have loved. She fucked it up. Bad. She decided the library didn't need that concrete pole and decided to take it out with my car's front end. Leaving behind a very scratched, chipped, and seriously fucked up front end. All I saw was red.

Let's start at why I was already in a shit mood shall we? I taught a 'new' class yesterday. New as in we were doing it for the first time on a new version of the software. Anything that could go wrong went wrong. Demos didn't work properly, server permissions were set incorrectly, typos in the material, etc. I have a half a page of notes of things we have to fix next week before I do this class again. I always hate that situation because it makes me look like I don't know the material. It made for a frustrating day. Then to have her come home and tell me she wrecked my car (her words), I exploded. I went outside looked at my front end and went nuts. I yelled. I told her she is getting on the phone, calling the dealer, and getting an estimate and I don't give one shit where the money comes from. She has until the weekend to get it fixed. Period. I also told her THIS is why I didn't want her driving my car. She then has the nerve to give me attitude. She stomps in her room - which is a major fucking pigsty as usual - and starts throwing clothes in a box. Moving? GO. GET THE FUCK OUT. I had every right to be pissed yesterday and I was not going to let go. B was asleep while all this went down. She came out of the bedroom took one look at me and just walked away. She knew I was pissed off about something. A little while later KBF came over and the kid didn't even bother to let him in the house. They just left. Good. Go. Before she left though, she did tell me she has an appointment Friday at the dealer to have the car looked at. Don't care, fix it. At that point B came out of the bedroom to try and figure out what happened. I told her and she agreed that my anger was well placed. B decided to get me out of the house and put food in me. Smart move.

We came back and watched Agents of Shield. FUCKING AWESOME SHOW. Love it. You go Agent Coulson. Thank you Joss Whedon for being awesome. We love you. We worked on the puzzle, watched something else which I can't remember now, and then headed to bed. As we were going to bed they came home. I essentially ignored them. She needs to know this is not acceptable. On Tuesday they go look at their own place. Tuesday can't come soon enough as far as I am concerned. Oh, I remember now what B and I did. There's a zombie crawl charity event coming up in a couple of weeks and B wanted to practice doing zombie makeup. She did a REALLY good job on my face using toilet paper and glue. I was super impressed at her work. Of course what took an hour to apply is still lingering on my face. I can feel glue still even after washing it twice.

I have two more days of teaching. A two day class. I also got confirmation I am going to Atlanta in October for 4 days. I just need to get a green light on hotel and airfare and I will book that. Hopefully today. It will take me down to FIVE days needed at Hilton. Five. I will hit status with American again after this flight which makes me happy. I can get five more nights at a hotel dammit.

Time to teach. Thank god I know and love the class I am teaching the next two days.