Heli-mom is on her way over. I am just not having a great day and I guess she could hear it in my voice. Somehow I don't think her arrival will be any sense of relief since she is part of my stress.
Cpt J has a hoopty truck that gets him to and fro the airport. Well, the motherf*** keeps breaking down. And you know, he is a FORD expert so he is determined to fix it himself. Here you go.. I drive to the ghetto of O-Town to follow him and the hoopty home. He clunks out about 5 miles from the FORD dealership.... I proceed to PUSH HIM with my Vue up the road. Hello, REDNECKS!! He is right, they want more than the truck is worth to fix it, so he wants me to PUSH him from the dealership tomorrow. WTF? No. So, I called a favor in and it is getting towed to the house. Why can't he just give in to the system and buy a new or newer vehicle? Does it makes sense to keep pouring money into a car? Where do you draw the line? Don't even get me started on the Mustang, but thank God for it, otherwise I would be driving back and forth to the airport.
My gay husband made a comment this morning that hurt my feelings. He has no filter and I am used to his honest remarks, but shit... can't seem to get past this one. Queen.
J picked up time on Saturday to make up for calling out yesterday. This means I have to meet him at the inlaws Saturday afternoon. I tried to get out of it, but apparently there is something "planned."
Blech.
Cpt J's wife is spoiled
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