Do They Ever Stop?

You know, last week I was looking for my Kindle charger. It plugs into the wall and a USB cable plugs into it and then into the Kindle. I knew EXACTLY where I had put it in the drawer in my room and I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere. I kept wondering: did I put it somewhere else?

Well, the jerk came home from his vacation with the GF. I went in his room in hopes of seeing his bag gone again since he usually sleeps at her house on weekends and the only way I know he's not coming home is if the bag is gone because he doesn't communicate. Not that I want him to anyway.

ok, soooooo, I go in, look, and see that the charger is laying on top of his dresser attached to an iPod charging cable. That SOB went in the drawers in my room and took the charger when it belongs to ME. He doesn't have a Kindle. We do not share the charger. He has NO permission to go through my things, much less take something that's mine.

I want to get the hell out of here.