He’s got to be out of his bloody mind.

FIrst off, as I was wandering my way back through the woods, I realized I didn’t get the image sensory paragraph written for Monday…I will have to do that tomarrow moring/afternoon.

Anyway…the title…I was tucking the pet in, and he announced he was going to tear his truck apart Saturday to fix it. Well fixing it would be good. But this was directly followed by the fact that if he didn’t get his truck fixed he’d have to drive me Jeep next week. WTF?!  And when I said I didn’t think so, he says simply  ‘Well then I won’t go to work.’  That just makes a whole hell of a lot of sense.  He can find a bloody ride, he doesn’t need to borrow my Jeep.  If he’d quit going out and spending hundred/thosands (in some instances) on all these ‘good deals’ and just focus on fixing what he has, of saving all that up for one ‘good deal’ (that actually runs), he wouldn’t be in this situation. He’d have a good running vehilce. I just had to put nearly $1500 into my Jeep, I don’t need him driving it around and wrecking it first thing.
Damn my spinelessness…I should of told him right then that if he wasn’t going to go to work then he could just get the hell out. But nooooo…I can’t manage that one. He doesn’t give a damn about anyone but him, his wants, his needs, how is something going to effect him, doesn’t matter how it’s going to effect someone else…Yet, I still don’t want to say/do anything to hurt him….Even though I can’t hardly stand him anymore.

I’m just frustrated…Which I know is my own fault for just letting things go like they go.

Does not help that I am confined to my glasses. Yes, I’ve gotten better with them, accpeted that they are there, and can even go out in public with them, and not feel like a total geek/freak.  Thing is, they do still cause me headaches…But this afternoon I think I scratched my eye a bit. So I have to wait for it to heal before I can put new contacts back in.  I was suppose to take something for my headache when I was up…and I managed to forget. Blah.

Anyway…there has to be some happy…While doing the weekly shopping I got a volleyball/badmiton set…there is 7 games in all…not sure what they all are. Mum mowed the lawn on the spetic tank this afternoon….so now I have a place to set it up.

Also while Mum was mowing she called me out to see what she had come across.

This is Fugly….I know, not a nice name for the poor critter. But he was saved from the lawn mower, so he should be happy. He is a Eastern Hognose Snake…aka…a Puff Adder.  Apparently someone forgot to tell this particular one that it’s suppose to play dead. Instead it just continued to puff it’s head out and hiss.

Harley just chased me off the couch…the little couch hog.

Only two more early mornings.

Well I have to go read an entry, and do some noting.