hi, been a while...maybe because I gave up on everything...ok, maybe not...I will try to visit this blog everyday from now on...this can be my "venting place", or my best friend (other than my daughter of course), I don't like people very much, except my daughter, people are constant disappointments.

Ok, so I just left to go pick my daughter up from school, my husband (34 yrs older than me, remember), called on my cell in a panick, that our stove oven just died on him while in the middle of cooking, our conversation goes:
me: go in the back & reset the power switch
him: hell I don't know where & how to f****n do it!
me: fine, I'll hurry home to do it myself...
This is how it always goes in our home....same goes when we have plumbing issues, no matter where I am, in fact, I always come home with our bathroon smelling like a public restroom because he's scared to flush it, "it might overflow on me & I don't know how to stop the f***n water!", is his excuse. why me???? karma????