should he die? (bad language!) {a myspace original}

Current mood:irate

Ok, so if you have a husband or significant other... you might be able to relate to this.

Last night, my lovely husband went to the Pistons game and to chalk talk, whatever the f*ck that is.  He calls me to let me know he has no service, and if something happens to call his friend Bob’s phone cuz he has service.  So... ok.

Annmarie and I hang out watchin tv til like midnight...  I go to bed, watch the rest of the show til like 1245, after I realize I’ve been dozing thru most of it, so I turn it off and fall asleep.

I wake up around 2am...  Still no husband, he’s supposed to work at 6am, and haven’t heard or seen him.  So I lay there... Get up, go to the bathroom, look for a phone downstairs, and call him. 

VOICEMAIL. 

great, I’m like... where could they be?  its 230 am, they can’t be in a bar, he has to be on his way home from the Palace, which would mean that he has service SOMEWHERE. 

So I call bob’s phone....  4 rings... voicemail.  WTF?  Try again, both phones.  Same deal. I finally leave a message on bobs phone something to the effect, "you better be glad that I’m not in labor right now, where the hell are you two at 230 in the morning with no service?"

So then I’m laying there, stewing.....  I try back and forth for the next 15 min.  NOTHING.  Then of course, right outside the house on Merriman, I hear tires screeching.  Wasn’t quite sure of if they were accelerating, or slamming on the brakes.  So that of course makes me paranoid that they are in a ditch DEAD somewhere.  So I call some more...

Needless to say, this goes on for.... uh...  another like hour.  I try to relax, yet I’m pissed off as hell, thinking I’m gonna have to call Ann to take me to the hospital cuz I’m gonna put myself in labor, and the asshole is gonna be served with divorce papers if hes really still ALIVE cuz he missed the birth of our 3rd child. 

Finally i must have relaxed enough to fall asleep for a few minutes, cuz I heard someone downstairs.  So I get up, go down there... and brian’s on the couch.
AWWWSHEIT>>>>  you better believe I was PISSED!!!

you know there were like 20 questions flying out of my mouth, where were you?  couldn’t you call me?  why didn’t bob answer his phone?  at midnight when you were still at the palace "hanging with michael irving" whoever the fuck that is, you couldn’t call and let me know you weren’t coming home?

All he could say was, I’m sorry... I’m sorry....  My phone died, I don’t know why I just charged it yesterday.  UM, MOTHER F*CKER, YOU SAID BOB’S PHONE WORKED, YOU COULDN’T USE HIS?  He couldnt give me a time of when he was where, or anything.  He said he hung out at bobs for a while, I’m like... he has no CLOCKS in his house?  So he’s drunk, not able to give me a timeline of ANYTHING. and i just tell him to F*ck off, and go upstairs to bed crying.

Why is it that men have NO FREAKING IDEA of anything once they are drinking.  Ok, its not like im just hanging out at home...  I CAN HAVE THIS BABY ANYTIME.  wouldn’t you be a little more responsible?  I mean, its not like hes 20... hes f*cking 40 years old.  He shoulda outgrown the stupidity years ago.  If i wanted to deal with a dumbass 20 year old, I’d leave his ass and go find one.  LOL

Not to mention when he says that i should call bobs phone, and he doesn’t answer..........what would that make you think?  they’re dead?  that he doesn’t give a shit?  i dunno...  I was LIVID.

So, I’ve only answered required questions today.  I told him not to think because he got home at 4am that he is gonna lay on the couch all day. 

HMMMMMMMM
Low and behold, what do you think he’s doing?  SLEEPING ON THE MOTHER F*CKING COUCH.  And of course, any of you who know the "gang" knows that they will be drinking ALL DAY at opening day for the Tigers tomorrow.  So.... really.  He goes out all night...  calls in sick for work, sleeps all day....  then gets up at uh..... 7am tomorrow to drink all day then.  what the hell is this?

And if you know anything, you know that we aren’t totally ready for this kid to come yet.  I know that you never "really" are... But a carseat in the car would be a good thing. 

I’m just pissing myself off more blogging about this, but I knew I had to get it off my chest.  Cuz tomorrow I might be getting this baby out of my stomach on my own.  i might as well tell you guys why ahead of time.

Stupid ass mother f*cking ass hole.
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