~ Why is it that shitty weather seems to bring out the 'idiot' in people and their driving skills?

Speaking of the shitty weather, if it does not quit raining incredibly soon, I swear I'm going to scream my head off until it stops.  Well, I want to.  I'm that mad about it.  My car literally has puddles of water in the floor boards (all but my driver side front) that I'm going to have to soak out once I get home.  The pasture is soup, so I still can't get in to do anything with my horse.  Everyplace else is too wet and nasty to be out in.  It's keeping me cooped up in the house and it's driving me nuts.

~ Do you ever encounter a scenario where someone does something that sort of screws up your plans, or your routine, and it just causes such immediate panic/stress as you're reorienting yourself that you don't even want to talk about it, think about it, or know about it just yet?

While he probably meant well, my husband deposited his check into our checking account today.  He kept out $109.  I have no idea why the oddball number, and he said he didn't have any intentions for it, he just figured he better keep some out. 

Now, I won't complain because he didn't bring me the cash first, because the company's switch to direct deposit would have eliminated that anyway.  However, if he's gonna take it upon himself to do shit, at least take a moment to think.  He could have kept out enough cash to pay my dad, or that plus what he needs for two weeks of work lunch.  Something, but not just some oddball random amount. 

Further, and the most alarming, he clearly has it of mind that he has some control and some say so over the account(s) ... and he's going to be told to back off.  Absolutely under no circumstances is he going to have freedom on the accounts, and I'm thinking of calling the bank to set it up as such also.  He could too easily fuck us over and I'm not playing that game, sorry.

This was the event that I just sort of had to stop in the middle of and just tell him that we'd discuss it once I got home, instead of through text while I'm at work.  It probably just SEEMS like a bigger headache than what it is, but at the same time, the implications it could have.   Oh yup, here we go ... sorry, shutting myself down here, I don't feel like worrying about it just yet.  Every other asshole drank the last of the coffee so I'm flying solo right now and I'm just not in the mood to stress myself out.