I was on my way to my chinese herb doctor when husband calls because the bank turned him down. His debt-to-income ratio is too High. "Can you go down and sign?"...... ..... "Dear. Less than 1/2 our debt is in your name. The rest is in my name. I make 1/3 of what you do. They won't approve me." And I went in to see my doctor. ....who did my pulse reading and said "You are doing poopie" (hope that passes the censors it wasn't his word). At least if I'm not better tomorrow, I can come back and complain. He will tweek my formual to help me feel better. .... Got out of my doctor's visit to get a call from husband. He called....wait for it.... MY DAD, to see if he'd co-sign for the kid. My Dad, who GAVE Ant a truck that he threw away. And my Dad said yes. I'm still shaking from how hard I went off on husband! I told him I thought it was BS that he went to my Dad because he couldn't disappoint Ant. That he should of told Ant he didn't qualify for the loan and that he needed to turn in the car. But since husband did this that he needed to know that if Ant is so much as ONE DAY LATE.... it will be between husband and I and might just be the end of us. That he better hope that this doesn't bite us in the seat-end or I will be taking one HUMUNGOUS bite out of husband's seat-end!!!! Where do I turn in the ticket for this ride I'm on? I want to buy a different ticket. I want one for a life where the "OMG" problems are a broken finger nail and the ice in my ice tea melted too fast.