Current mood:

worried

Mom's brakes went in her van. So she has to borrow my car for work tonight...instead of just taking David's truck and getting home in time for him to go to work.

I know I shouldn't get so pissy about this but I can't really help it. It's going to be in a parking lot all night where asshole customers don't care about anything. I'm anxious. That and the fact that she smokes like a fiend and will probably reek of cigarette smoke when she gets in the car. I'll commit an act of murder.

:)