Dumbass (that’s what I’m calling him today) went out boozing last night. I spoke w him around 1030p, he slurs that he’s got a ride home, he’s coming home. Ok, I tell myself, he’s not driving. So I fall asleep. Two hours later he’s still not home. So I go to my head and start the worrying... Is he dead? Did he decide to drive? Is he in jail? Did he fall in the street and get hit by a car? Is in the hospital? Is he passed out at a bar? Then I tell myself I HOPE he’s in jail. That’s my out. I can then pack his bags, pick him up from jail and take him straight to some weekly-rate hotel and say “Later, Dumbass.” But no, he stumbles in around 130am. Passes out in bed. He doesn’t go to work today. He’s just doing what he does. I’m out and about working and running kids around and he calls me like 5 times. I ignore each call. After the 6th call, I text him to leave.me.alone! His response? A thumbs up emoji. Seriously?! Then he sent another text, “I just wanted to see if you’d take me to my car.” I mean, I’m laughing right now. DUMBASS!! A clueless dumbass! F*% NO, I’m not taking him to get his car. HIS PROBLEM. Ugh!!! (I feel much better getting this out. Even if no one reads it, I feel better. Thx!) Oh, these little mood faces below... we need an angry face.