If My Eyes Shot Laser Beams There Would Be A Lot Of Things Burning

Okay, this post is going to be started off with a disclaimer; should my husband be reading this, I love you, and I am doing this so I don't accidentally yell at you later... But I cannot promise that I won't be upset...

This morning at about a quarter to ten, Collin texts me to let me know he got a mother fucking speeding ticket on his way to work... A SPEEDING TICKET! His last one just finally came off his fucking driving record last year! DAMMIT! What just kills me is that he was speeding so he wouldn't "be late" for work, which to him is only fifteen minutes early versus thirty! Even though he was pulled over, AND issued a ticket, HE STILL MADE IT TO WORK FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLY (as you can see from the beginning of this paragraph!)!!! I love my husband, I love my husband, I LOVE MY HUSBAND, I LOVE MY HUSBAND! SERIOUSLY?! And for all you inquiring minds, the cop wrote him up for doing 83 in a 65 (he was on I-5), with a nice hefty $287.00 fine. Collin swears he was not going that fast (the 1985 Camry [what a race car right?] he drives has a digital speedometer), and I really want to believe him, so I back his decision to go to court on the 20th of next month. Maybe he will get lucky, or at least get the fine dropped.... But still, I am so freaking pissed/disappointed/frustrated/livid, and even sort of sad. Where the hell are we going to come up with an extra $287.00? PLUS what the fuck is that going to do to our goddamn insurance premium!?!?! I so badly want to scream at him! REALLY? SERIOUSLY?! Is this really something we needed right now?! Absolutely fucking not!!!!!! Dammit! DAMMIT!! DAMMIT!!!!!!!  ARGH!!!! I just want to... I don't know. Seriously?! He is NEVER late to work! He fucking knows that, and he knows he needs to take it easy on that car and I am so fucking mad right now... THE WORLD IS NOT GOING TO END IF YOU ARE ONLY FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLY FOR WORK! Chriminy! Ugh... I just don't understand how the fuck he got pulled over... Whether or not the cop was right or wrong or whatever, it shouldn't have been an issue in the first place! He fucking knows better! I give up.

I make no promises that I will not still be mad/disappointed when I see my husband, but this will have hopefully curbed most of the word vomit...