DH has been on this kick that we need a bigger car. He wants to get an SUV or (gulp) a Minivan.
We're going camping this weekend and DH has been bitching about how it's going to be hard to fit everything in the car that we want to bring. We're bringing a couple coolers, a tent, sleeping bags, cornhole boards, an awning, clothes, and a few other things.
He just calls me..."Hey! I found someone to lend us an SUV!" I said, "Who?" He says, "BSC Co-irker!" ::record scratch:: Umm what?! BSC co-irker is just that...She's an alcoholic, she'll call the office drunk, she's cussed out my H, if we have a party and want to invite people that DH works with, he has to keep it very quiet because he doesn't want her to come or find out about it.
I said, "I'm not comfortable with this." He said, "I called insurance and we're covered!" I said, "I don't trust her. I don't want anything to do with her. She sure as hell can't have our car." He said, "They're going OOT, they don't need our car." I said, "You don't want her in our home but you'll borrow her car? I'm really not comfortable with this. At. All." DH, "Fine, I'll call her and tell her we don't need it."