So last night was laundry night. Very boring. Everytime we do laundry we have to trek down to his parents house which is like a 15 minute drive.
Then we get to sit there and wait... and wait... and wait.
And I had cramps. It SUCKED!
And we went to Target anticipating spending the $75 gift certificate that my cousin gave us but that is such a commodity that we didn't want to spend it.
So we bought windshield wipers. I swear Dave said "20 OR 24" not "20 and 24".
So I grabbed TWO 20's and that means that one of them was the wrong size and it was all my fault. Yeah right. Why did he think that I knew ANYTHING about windshield wiper blades.
I sure let him know that when he raised his voice in a not so polite manner after we discovered the problem halfway home.
So I was mad at him for awhile and Limp Bizkit was really feeding my mood.
Why does my PMS last for TWO WEEKS!