I went shopping! Woot!

But now I feel guilty. Guilty for making Steve watch Bree and guilty for spending money on myself. I knew this was going to happen. I shouldn't have gone. Blah.

Before I left me and Steve got in a big ol fight. He said he was going for a walk around the block while I showered so that Bree would be out of my hair. How sweet right? Only, I got dressed, waited...no Steve. So I took Steves truck and went around the block to look for them. I know Bree is slow and its really hot out. So I got a cold diet coke and circled the block. 5 times. Where are they? So I think maybe they went up the other way. Circled that block twice...hmm, Im starting to get pissed. Where did he go? Its too hot for bree to be out walking around. I go back home, still not home. So I try to get my car out of the garage (Ill explain that below) only I have to move the nasty dirty disgusting work truck. OMG that thing is dirty and smelly and huge. So I move it, then I cant get the garage open. AAGGHHHH! So I get back in steves truck and go looking for them again. Im totally pissed now. Then Steve calls me and tells me he's at CPK. He walked all the way to CPK with bree! Its like a mile or something. Keep in mind its 100 degrees out. I did give them water before they left but still. Anyways, I went and got them and he fixed all the junk and got my car and I left. FINALLY!

Now, I know he was trying to help me. And I do appreciate it but why cant he ever do what he says. Or why cant he take his cell phone with him? Annoying. I know he feels like he cant win for losing but...ugh! Im sure you ladies know what Im saying.

So I felt bad for yelling at him. I brought him home a piece cheese cake. He has a huge sweet tooth. But he acted totally ""exhausted" and I could tell he was adding up everything I bought. ((rolls eyes)) Blah. Im having a bad night.

Oh and the garage thing. So We have like 4 work trucks. The city got on us about parking them on the street. So we have one on the side, 2 in the driveway. His truck is parked on the curb but he insists that my car needs to be in the garage. I hate my car in there. So we are fighting about it. Blah.

And to top it all off i had junk food for dinner. Whoa is me! LOL

if this dont make sense ill fix it after bree asleep.