My dear ol'ball and chain, informed me once, that when we are drunk together, he finds me fascinating. When I'm drunk, and he's not, he finds me annoying.
RIGHT BACK AT HIS ASS.
On the way home tonight, after attending a family (sorta, but that's a whole 'nother post. A long one, at that.) function, we picked up the schimiddos...
"WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME FUCKING DRIVE YOU ASSHOLE!"
In my defense, I'd like to add that I had fielded "Take this exit", followed by "Why did you get off here? 10 is much faster than 97".
A point, I'd tried to make at, you know, 97.
"Are you going really slow, or is it just me?"
followed by:
"Christ Danielle, slow the fuck down, would you?"
Please note, there was no change in speed between the two.
The last straw was when, as we were driving through the neighborhood that I grew up in, and I cut down a side road, to avoid some traffic.
"Where the hell are you going? This way takes foreeevvveerr...", while playing with the radio attempting to tune in a local country station.
Now, some will read this and say "How could you use such profanity, in front of your children????"
While others will say, "Thank gog you distracted him before he subjected your children to that crap! Doesn't he know it kills brain cells??"
Oh bite me cowboy: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
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