Sunday, November 16, 2008
Remember when I said nice things about my husband? Well, I take it all back. We just had a huge fight and the jerk went downstairs to sleep on the couch and I am about a nanosecond away from (1) going down there to continue the fight or (2) going straight out the door to crash on a friend's couch and let him deal with getting Carlie up and off to school in the morning, which is a huge joke because neither of them would be able to get out of the house. But it would serve him right.