It grinds my gears that my SO almost never takes my advice. To wit, she went to Shreveport yesterday (about a three hour drive from here) with our neighbor to attend a drag queen beauty pageant, in which the neighbor is a contestant. Their friendship is peculiar; they're both high strung and fight on a regular basis. When I pointed out that it was likely that they would have some kind of falling out on this trip and that she'd be better off staying home, she assured me that everything would be cool and that I should just enjoy my weekend alone. Of course, the falling out has already happened, and she wants me to come pick her up after work tomorrow. Just what I wanted. Six hours of driving after a day's work and my plans for a quiet weekend doing as I please right down the shitter.
Thanks, honey.
Thanks, honey.
