1:45 am New Year's Day
Well it pays to live in the ghetto... treated to the neighbors firing their handguns off at midnight, Happy New Year! (Quick, duck!) Not as bad this year as it has been in the past, but not exactly a great time.
Let's see, we both want the same thing for a New Year's Resolution (to not be married to each other) and only lack the funds. Oh, well, I wonder how many other really terribly unhappy people stay married because they can't afford to split up? Probably TONS. Not so much as a "Happy New Year" has passed his lips. But oh, the profanity. Start off the new year with the best of the worst, I always say, that way you don't have to wonder how bad it's going to get because HEY you already know! At least the kid is in bed sleeping.
Ran out of gas today. Yeah, I guess he wanted to see EXACTLY how far he could go with the needle on EMPTY before he actually had no more gasoline. So there we are, leaving the bank and we run out of gas at the stoplight. The Boy and I get out to push (HRH is driving, of course) and at first he has his foot ON THE BRAKE. Nice. OK, so he takes his foot off the brake and we have to push the damn thing for half a block because he wants to go to the gas station down the street. Thank God we have some really nice strangers in this town because this guy gets out of his brother's car to help us push this damn SUV down the street. We arrive, the guy waves after all of us thanking him, and HRH hands me a fiver and tells me to go in and pay. Nice. OK so I just glare at him because I can't speak because I am having trouble breathing. He asks the kid to go in and pay. The Boy promptly vomits all over the ground next to the pumps, he is so out of shape and pushing the truck kicked his ass. Disgusted, HRH goes in to pay for himself. In the in-between-time The Boy vomits 3 or 4 more times and then I can't hold it in anymore and visit some nearby shrubs to inobtrusively puke myself. Nice.
He ends up telling us it's our own fault that we're so out of shape that we puked out guts out after "a little strenuous activity".
You know what I'm gonna say to that, right?
Nice.
Well it pays to live in the ghetto... treated to the neighbors firing their handguns off at midnight, Happy New Year! (Quick, duck!) Not as bad this year as it has been in the past, but not exactly a great time.
Let's see, we both want the same thing for a New Year's Resolution (to not be married to each other) and only lack the funds. Oh, well, I wonder how many other really terribly unhappy people stay married because they can't afford to split up? Probably TONS. Not so much as a "Happy New Year" has passed his lips. But oh, the profanity. Start off the new year with the best of the worst, I always say, that way you don't have to wonder how bad it's going to get because HEY you already know! At least the kid is in bed sleeping.
Ran out of gas today. Yeah, I guess he wanted to see EXACTLY how far he could go with the needle on EMPTY before he actually had no more gasoline. So there we are, leaving the bank and we run out of gas at the stoplight. The Boy and I get out to push (HRH is driving, of course) and at first he has his foot ON THE BRAKE. Nice. OK, so he takes his foot off the brake and we have to push the damn thing for half a block because he wants to go to the gas station down the street. Thank God we have some really nice strangers in this town because this guy gets out of his brother's car to help us push this damn SUV down the street. We arrive, the guy waves after all of us thanking him, and HRH hands me a fiver and tells me to go in and pay. Nice. OK so I just glare at him because I can't speak because I am having trouble breathing. He asks the kid to go in and pay. The Boy promptly vomits all over the ground next to the pumps, he is so out of shape and pushing the truck kicked his ass. Disgusted, HRH goes in to pay for himself. In the in-between-time The Boy vomits 3 or 4 more times and then I can't hold it in anymore and visit some nearby shrubs to inobtrusively puke myself. Nice.
He ends up telling us it's our own fault that we're so out of shape that we puked out guts out after "a little strenuous activity".
You know what I'm gonna say to that, right?
Nice.
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