Dazed and Confused!

This morning I get a note from the hubby to pick up an oil filter and oil. Okay, easy enough got it covered or so I thought. My first stop was Walmart, cause well you know, you can get everything at Walmart right. The hub asked specificly for a Fram oil filter ph 3980, went right to it no problem, next thing on list get 5 quarts of Trop Artic 10w 40 (isn't Trop Artic a snowmobile) anyway they sell it and about 20 other brands of oil but not Trop Artic 10w 40. In my experience when the hub wants something specific you get it. Not wanting to see his Irish and German ancestry wig out in the balging veins on his forhead if I came home with the wrong thing, I felt compelled to ask the only person around for help, the girl behind the tire counter, after looking for herself and not finding it she says "no mam we don't have that , may I suggest Fleet Farm they might sell it". So I checked Fleet Farm (no luck) thenI try K-mart( the brother-in-law always says if you can't find something anywhere else K-mart always has it) . Yah right! just as I suspected no friggin Trop Artic 10w 40 to be found what the %#$@ is this some kind of phantom grade of motor oil or what, and for that matter isn't oil-oil, I mean come on, out of all those brands of yellow, green, blue, black and white packaged oil not one other one would do? he sends me for the only kind they don't have. By this time I'm quite festered and the 20 oz vanilla cappuccino I slammed after I dropped the youngest off at school, was knockin at the back door somethin fierce, so I called the house several times to ask what I should do and of course he does'nt answer the phone cause he is sleeping from working the overnight shift. After a few choice words directed toward the hub (I'll have to make up for later) and nature callin ( I have an aversion to dumping in public toilets; its a long story) I flew home with just an oil filter. I know I am going to catch hell for this cause he wanted to change the oil when he got up and now he's going to have to get the oil himself which means a trip back in to town. All I can say in deffense of myself is I'm not a friggin mechanic, when it comes to car stuff I am clueless, to me they are just a steering wheel, four tires, a seat for my ass and a horn to let other drivers know how stupid they are...... I do have to say though; now I know how he feels when I send him for tampons and panty liners.....(Hun I think where even)