December 10, 2005

Sorta bitchy...

...and whiny.

Husband took off with La Tahoe this morning, to get get the propane situation figured out for the whole generator thing.

He says to me last night "I need your truck tomorrow. Can I use your truck?"

"Yeah," mumbles Groovy, "that's why I bought the feckin' thing."

He gripes about how big it is and all, but he sure does like to use to haul his crap around. And it sure does haul his arse up to visit his sainted parents all the time.

I wanted to go get groceries today and the longer he takes, the less I want to go to Kroger. I hate getting groceries in the first place, but don't make me lose my momentum.

Urgh!

This is one of those times when I wish I still smoked. Gawd, how good a Marlboro would be right now!

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