Shoulda screwed the locksmith
2005-03-18...8:03 a.m.

Corey, Alex, and I drove to Barstow to meet my cousin Dianne for lunch. Mercedes got to spend the evening after school at her best friend's house.

First of all, I haven't seen Dianne in about 6 or 7 years. I actually wanted to go alone, but Corey was acting like he would get pouty if I said so, and I just haven't been in a space where I can handle that crap. It wouldn't have been such a bad thing, except I just knew that the whole time he was going to be clock-watching. Which also wouldn't be so bad, except that he doesn't wear a watch. I was exactly right, too. Every 30 minutes - "What time is it?" GRRRR!!! Not only that, but he freaking monopolized the conversation. I felt like I hardly got to talk to her at all until the decision was made to leave, and then HE got all huffy and rolly-eyed because we stood outside by the cars for another 45 DAMN MINUTES.

I could have understood and put up with most of this without getting pissed off. It was, after all, his Sunday. Which means that he had to be at work at 2 a.m. after our little trip. He sat there complaining about how he wasn't going to get any sleep. Understandable, right? Except that if we had been home instead, he would have been up until EIGHT P.M. ANYWAY, because that's how it ALWAYS is on his last day of his weekends. PLUS, he rushed me out of Barstow without letting me fill up the tank, and we had to stop in Needles (OMG you NEVER stop for gas in Needles, California. NEVER! They don't use lube OR buy you dinner first. Not even a kiss or any foreplay) for gas. So while we're there, he says, "Can we stop and get me something to eat? I want to go to bed as soon as we get home." I told him it wasn't going to take long to make dinner. Then I started stressing. I told him we could stop once we got back to Kingman and I could pick something up for him. I was stressing because I was suddenly feeling pressured. So of COURSE, he says, "No, I'll just wait for dinner."

I don't think he has any idea how much he aggravated me yesterday. Or maybe he does, and was doing it all out of revenge.

For the locksmith.

He was reading the bank statement yesterday (which always causes me great stress, because I'm expected to know what every goddamn cent was spent on. You know. Because I'm the only one who ever spends it). He found out about me being locked out of the van at the beginning of the month. I was in Bullhead, and it wasn't like I could just call him to unlock the door for me, and I had to call a locksmith. Well, I didn't tell him. First of all, I felt stupid enough, and I didn't want him rubbing it in. Second, we have full coverage on the van, and we were going to get reimbursed for it, so it's no skin off HIS nose. Third, I was embarassed, because I knew INSTANTLY what I had done - I closed the door, and knew at that very moment I'd locked my key in there.

The way he acted about it, you'd think that I'd SCREWED the locksmith, instead of paying him the $50 to unlock the door for me. And see, this was perfectly sensible to ME. Which means it was 75% logical - just look at the following!

You Are Incredibly Logical

(You got 75% of the questions right) Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!