Well Helo Aunt Flo
Karen and I had a huge blow up last night, basically over a misunderstanding.
we were supposed to be going over to the Jones' house, to watch the hockey game, and I was waiting for her to finish getting ready.
Since we were leaving before the time that the dogs normally would be fed, I decided to go ahead and take their food bowls up to the kitchen sink, so that the kids would remember to put some water in their dishes and feed them later on in the evening.
Karen took that as a sign that I was not ready to go, and was about to make her late to pick up the pizza's in order to feed the dogs. She started screaming at me from the living room, peppering in as many "Fucks and fuckings" as she could manage to make grammatically fit into the string of put downs. And even managed to squeeze in a "and this is why I HATE YOU so much."
My feelings were hurt, so I told her to go without me.
Karen stormed out the door, and headed for Pantera's Pizza without me. I sat on the front porch waiting, hoping that she would come back.
there are other factors at play here, but it turns out that Aunt Flo was riding co-pilot on this one, and would make a full appearance by midnight last night.
we were supposed to be going over to the Jones' house, to watch the hockey game, and I was waiting for her to finish getting ready.
Since we were leaving before the time that the dogs normally would be fed, I decided to go ahead and take their food bowls up to the kitchen sink, so that the kids would remember to put some water in their dishes and feed them later on in the evening.
Karen took that as a sign that I was not ready to go, and was about to make her late to pick up the pizza's in order to feed the dogs. She started screaming at me from the living room, peppering in as many "Fucks and fuckings" as she could manage to make grammatically fit into the string of put downs. And even managed to squeeze in a "and this is why I HATE YOU so much."
My feelings were hurt, so I told her to go without me.
Karen stormed out the door, and headed for Pantera's Pizza without me. I sat on the front porch waiting, hoping that she would come back.
there are other factors at play here, but it turns out that Aunt Flo was riding co-pilot on this one, and would make a full appearance by midnight last night.