useless sometimes

Right now if the husband was to walk through the door i would probably kick him in the nuts! He sent me an email saying that I should just let Darren drop off the car if he wants. Whatever. I am not comfortable having people at my house in the middle of the night even if I do know them. I tell him about all this and he doesnt even send Darren an email asking why cant you do this before Lindsay gets home.

So tonight he calls and it was getting late. I was waiting for Darren to come over to go out to dinner. I as pissed because I SMS'ed him at 6:30 to find out whats going on and he had just gotten on a train. UHHH. Shouldnt you have called me to tell me whats going on. I do have a 2 year old that needsto eat. Anyways he gets here and we go out to dinner. It was too late to do that and take the car so I told him that we will do it tomorrow.

We get home, I tell him I will let him know whats gonna happen with the car because at this point, lindsay isnt even getting into Penn until 11. So its another hour ride to where their car is and maybe about 20 minutes from there. So The husband calls and I tell him that Darren is staying in the city andthats why he cant do it before Lindsay comes in. So He asks me if I can have the neighbor help me and said i would try but I would rather try to move the day to tuesday through wednesday. He goes on a tangent about how he wanted his car for this weekend and he cant drive it until it gets looked at. It needs a fucking oil change you idiot. The engine isnt falling out. And then I ask him if he said anything to darren and he said no. I was like, why would you rely on him if you know he is so undependable. He goes on to tell me that Darren told him that it would be absolutely no problem and he could definately do it. Well then, at this point, if Darren cant do it then maybe you should confront him about it. I shouldnt be the one telling him that he promised. He didnt promise me. Its not my fucking car.

Then he just says to me to do what I want and what makes me feel comfortable. How about not making me responisble for your shit. That would make me comfortable. I already take in your dry cleaning wash your underwear and tell you when to send your mom a birthday card. Its your fucking car, deal with it.

He just gets off the phone with me in a huff and says he will talk to me tomorrow. Go fuck yourself and enjoy your nights away from me because between the car and the cat litter your gonna be sleeping on the grass outside.