So... would anyone like to take Steve off my hands for a few days (possibly weeks)? He's not even technially doing anything wrong per se, but I'm afraid I've overdosed on his company these days. He's not working right now (too cold), which is typical at this time of year. And that's all fine and dandy. But see, technical writers can, for the most part, write at all times, regardless of the outside temperature. That means that I, unlike Steve, do have work.
Now let's also take into consideration the fact that although Grace goes to school 5 days a week, Hannah only goes 3. And if we throw in recent illnesses and inclement weather, that number drops to about 1 or 2 days a week. The number of days both children are gone is directly related to how many days I can get a significant amount of work done for my paying job, which really does (contrary to popular belief) require at least some concentration.
So my dear Steve, I love ya and all, but the fact that you've been here on my "working days", blaring the TV (I swear to god, he's half deaf), blasting the radio, and vacuuming around me is... well... IT'S DRIVING ME FUCKING INSANE!!!!!!!!
So, for the love of all things holy, go away. Go visit your dad... Go visit your mom... Go visit a strip club or a whore house for all I care. Pick one of your numerous hobbies and go do it. Walk down to the garage and pretend you like working on your trucks or something. ANYTHING! Just GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!
(And now back to our regularly scheduled programming....)