February 12, 2011
almost midnight... just barely made it.
Its been a evening...
Its been a good day. I got to hang out with wyatt all day, i made cookies, and dinner. Delaney went to stay at a friends house, i gave her money so she could go out with her friends to a movie. Dave came home and it literally went to pot.
We had to go into walmart to get toilet paper. I pull into the parking lot and scrap the back tire on a curb, we pull in and dave gets out and says its flat. Wonderful. We have Wyatt with us. So, i call my dad, whom, had a awful day of his own.... So he drives all the way from his place to walmart which is about 25 miles. Pumps the fucking tire up and follows me. We hit the red light down from our house, and he accidently bumps me from behind. I couldn't believe it, he apologized, saying it was a accident. I teased he saying i had whiplash. lol He stayed and had a cup of coffee, and i tried giving him money for gas, he hid it under a placemat on the table when he left. I told him when he left to call me so i know he made it home. He left here around 1030pm, i knew when he didn't call at 11pm something was wrong, he only lives 20 minutes from here... He called me back at 1130pm and said someone hit him from behind about a mile from home. I'm pissed and upset, because if it was't for US needing toilet paper, we wouldn't of gotten a flat tire and no one wouldn't of hit my dad from behind.
I'm going to bed before I stand outside and scream at the top of my lungs like a crazy person.