Oh, tonight gets good. So the night was ok until about 40 minutes ago when my W decides she needs to run up to the corner store for some cigs. Of course this is code these days for I have to call the OM. She was gone about 15 minutes into a 5 minute trip when I let my emotions get the best of me and I made up an excuse to call her. Bad, I know but I really did need something (that I could have gotten tomorrow mind you). She sounded like she couldn't talk. The conversation was short and she said she'd be right home. Another 15 minutes pass (it's less than 5 minutes up the road) and am getting worried (yea, not my place, I know). I call again. This time she sounds different and proceeds to explain how she just backed into a car at the gas station. She doesn't sound particularly upset. She says there was a cop there already and not to worry. Meanwhile I have to wonder how much she's been drinking. I know she's had at least one glass, maybe two. She seems totally unconcerned about that. If they test her I have NO idea if she'll pass. I am pissed, at her and myself, and really worried now. It was a decent night turned potentially terrible...just waiting for her to either call or come home...
