Iowa Sucks Ass 2

I'm still trying to remember my blogging habits, and from what I recall I do nothing special on Wednesdays (phew!!).

So I'll explain my post-its from yesterday..

Connie is my cousin. But recently she and I have been discussing how much more we are like sisters than anything else. And I think this last weekend, I proved it. Totally.

First off, I almost literally haven't seen Bean in 2 weeks. He's been working overtime and on every day that he was off, I had something I had to do.

But Connie had to pick up her kids from their Christmas break with their douchecanoe dad in Iowa.

See, when Connie and Dickwhistle got a divorce, he moved there, with no job lined up and no place to live except with his new girlfriend (a woman he had known before but hadn't seen in at least 5 years).

And in the divorce papers (where he screwed Connie royally) it says she has to bring the kids all the way to Iowa every other year for Christmas, and he has to come all the way here to get them and bring them back every summer.

On the way up, he met Connie in Kansas, mostly I think because he wanted something from her and she gave him gas money. But on the way back, he called at 11:30 on Friday to say he couldn't do that because his girlfriend couldn't find a babysitter for her kid and he didn't want to go without her and they wouldn't all fit in the car.

Now, I respect that. Noone wants to drive 18 hours roundtrip by themselves. But that was his piss-poor planning.

So I called him, since he and Connie were just screaming at each other, and he said he'd try to meet us at the Iowa/Missouri border.

Awesome. That knocks our 36 hour trip down to 31 hours.

Then Saturday when we're in Kansas he finds out that Connie didn't send him gas money. (Which looking at it now, she's glad she didn't do since he didn't drive anywhere and wouldn't have given it back.) So he says he can't go anywhere, because he just spent $2000 on the kids for Christmas and doesn't have it.

Bullshit. If you just spent $2000 on Christmas, you have $40. I even offered to split it with him and still no.

So we drove. And we drove and we drove.

I ended up being in the car for 41 hours once you add in my drive home from Connie's.

The kids were actually amazingly good, Connie and I were just so very tired it was unreal.

And we both had to work Monday.