If we didn't have bad luck, we wouldn't have any luck at all

Sunday, Fallyn is broken out with a rash that appears to be chickenpox (luckily it ended up only being an allergic reaction to something) A transformer blows a couple of blocks over and fries our dryer. UGH! Tonight we went to Lowes and bought a new dryer. We drive around to the back where they have the lumber yard and all the other junk. We pull up to the gate and the attendant takes our receipt, opens the gate, tells us which bay to go to to pick up the new dryer, we pull forward and the attendant closes the gate. On the hood of the truck. Crap. And all he says is "oh, oops" ugh you old ass! stop thinking about sandwhiches and pay attention to your job! We pull around to the bay we're supposed to pick up the dryer at, thinking someone would be there to pull it for us, nope no one there. We also checked the dent/scratch the stupid attendant had just put in the hood. I've been in a crappy mood all day so I get out my phone, look up the number for the Lowes that we're at, call it, and talk to a manager that doesn't sound very pleased at all. We ended up filing an incident report. Now we're just waiting for our insurance to get in touch with them or whatever needs to happen in order for us to not have to pay the damn deductibe and make Lowes pay for it. Hopefully they do. I swear it's just one thing after another. Hopefully our luck will start getting better soon cuz I don't know how much more of this I can take!

Oh how I hate stupid people..

So this girl I know just had a baby and it is or isn't her husbands. No one thinks it's her husbands. Her husband doesn't even think it's his. He apparently knows the baby's blood type and between their two blood types there's no way the baby could have the blood type that he has... and supposedly the girl doesn't know that the husband knows this. Anyways... this dumb cunt (excuse the language but I really wanted to put her in her place last night... keep reading, you will too) So, I'm at their house last night with Josh while he's helping the guy work on his truck. Fallyn is there with us too. Anyways, this girl is outside smoking and drinking and not wanting to take care of her baby. I ended up feeding him twice and dumb cunt fed him about 45 min before I decided to leave. While I was trying to get Fallyn out the door and into the car, the baby had started crying again so I went to check on him, gave him his binky back and walked to the front door. In that short amount of time, he had spit out his binky and started screaming. Poor little guy was hungry again. I told dumb cunt that the baby was back there screaming again and she starts throwing a fit like "what is wrong with him I just fed him like 3o min ago." I so wanted to tell this bitch if she didn't want to take care of her kid, I would be glad to take him so she could party and do whatever the hell she wanted besides being a mother to her 2 week old son. Sometime in the night she had decided that I was going to be staying there and getting drunk with her. Which wouldn't have bothered me but 1. I don't drink to get drunk and didn't want to play her stupid drinking games. 2. I only drink when I'm at home and 3. I had dogs to take care of a home and a child that won't sleep at their house. So, I left.

Yesterday (may 3rd), Josh and I were running around like crazy dropping the truck off to get the oil changed, applying for tags for the new car and taking the stereo out of the mustang... in the pouring ass rain. We ended up having to pick up "the husband" and take him home after he dropped his truck off at the dealership. I had left some tupperware at their house a couple of weekends ago and went inside to get it, when I walk in I notice that dumb cunt is no where to be seen, the spare bedroom light is on with the door shut and the baby is on the couch by himself... this spare bedroom also happens to be the one she uses to smoke pot in... I don't know if that's what she was doing but one could only assume so. EEEEFFFFF!! I swear if it wasn't for her husband being there, I would call CPS.