Why not drive mr gp's truck you ask? Well because it is a HUGE, red, stick of a dodge truck, I can barely park the thing let alone try and take it through the drive through-so he comes right home hands me some cash and says "you'll hafta get your own gas" *GASP* I NEVER hafta put gas in my car!
I had a point sorry I got a lil side tracked-soooo mr gp goes to the credit union,rushes home cuz ima whiner hands me some cash then leaves for work-he calls me last night around 10pm and says the credit union gave him $400 to much!
Oh course I said
He is going to return the banks ever gracious gift on his way to work today but I am curious what would you do?
My confession for today:If you don't hear from me send bail money PLEASE!