special. really.

My husband went to see a friend tonight. A friend who didn't talk to him for nearly 2 years. Never told him was leaving town, joining the military, getting married, preparing to have a kid. None of the things that happened in the past couple years. But he ran into his brother and found out he would be in town for a few day and today he got here. So over 5 hours ago, he left to go hang out for a bit.

I called to see if he had even a guess as to when he would be home. And the only answer I can get is "Later."

I almost never get to go out. He does more often. He uses the excuse that he is home all day. Yea. WHILE I AM AT WORK. Not out having fun. Not out seeing friends. At work. And HE could be out of the house every day. And he would get to go to work every day too. If he would GET OFF HIS ASS AND GET A FRICKING JOB.

Damn skinny bitches

Not that all skinny women are bitches. Not that I even KNOW she's a bitch.

She is probably perfectly lovely. As a matter of fact, the few times I've spoken to her she seemed pleasant enough.

But have you ever heard that country song that came out in like 1999? "I really hate her. I'll think of a reason later."? Yea, that describes it pretty much perfectly.

Skinny. Bitch.