note to husband

[maevele]

Sometimes, when a friend asks me to go to the bar with her because she finally got a job? shit will happen and I may not get home when I say I would. And if shit happening includes my friend's friend getting sloppy drunk on 2 drinks and disappearing with sme guy, I may be late as shit as I stomp through alleys looking for some chick who either can't hold her tequila or got slipped something by the skeevy guy whose car we found her in. Either way, yes, it sucks I ditched you with the kids til late as hell on a work night, but I can't see what good it does to get pissed at me.