My husbands friend got drunk and couldn't drive back to our place (this is everytime! Why fucking drive?!) so my husband was like it's cool bud, I'll drive your truck and my wife will drive our car. I told him no. There's cops everywhere, even if you're okay to drive, they won't agree. Not risking it, so I told my friend he would just have to ride with us. And we'll get his car tomorrow. Apparently I was lame bc I was trying to be responsible and the guy ended up staying the night at the friends house we were at. After a long night of strong Braxton hicks that was my breaking point. But no it gets better. when I got home my dog had pooed by the door (which he never does, so apparently he really had to go) but I didn't know that so when we got home what happened? Poo smashed under the door!! It was gross!!!! I cried myself to sleep.