Glenn will be home in about 20 minutes. He’ll have 2 minutes to call the police before I kill him!

Last week he was pitching a bitch over our tax bill for the car. It’s $116. It was originally $75. The reason for the difference? Glenn can’t wait for me, the responsible person, to get the mail, so he brings it in and leaves it wherever it’s convenient.

Which usually means it gets missplaced and forgotten.

As did this bill.

I was busy picking up the room this morning when I found it, along with the car insurance bill, and MY DEBIT CARD! You know the one I’ve been waiting for, for like almost three weeks? The one, that because I didn’t have, several of my accounts have been suspended for invalid information? All three were together, on the floor and under my bed. Now the fact that he carelessly left these things lying around is enough to piss me off, but knowing that he also neglected to give me my mail, especially when he knew I was waiting for this card, has me absolutely livid! And curious, since he asked me yesterday if I had kept the original PIN (I hadn’t, because he knows the number and one of the reasons why he doesn’t have a card of his own is because I’m sick and tired of the account being overdrawn by him).

So if you hear about a dreaded redhead who beat her husband to death with a clue by four, then chopped him up and served him to her cats, well that’d be me.