List of Things to do Before I Die

Due to the advice of my lawyer *aka baby cousin, I'm going to keep this brief and vague. So my husband on paper seeks me out a bar all drunk like I'm his girl, leaves the nenes at home to do so and calls the police on me twice. It became physical and no one went to jail although I was advised to stay at a hotel and the only one with vacancy had the WORST bed, curtains, smell ... well everything really.

Anyway - The point of this blog is that my friend got to check off her list of things to do before she dies witness a trailer park fight. BUT I got to check off be IN a trailer park fight. I'm perplexed because we're both middle class white girls in college with parents in suburbia. We're in the same nursing program too. So what is it about me that makes me so much more of a maniac magnet? Why does all the crazy weird ass shit happen to me?

Just sayin'

CAR