love then hate, love then hate, but mostly love
my husband woke up in a FOUL mood this morning. i mean FOUL. and of course, i am the one that gets to enjoy this "evil ken". i know i have an evil side. it's been coming out a lot as of late, but getting better. maybe i can put "evil lacey" to rest soon. but ken is normally quiet, soft spoken, silly at times. not today. i asked him to throw something away...easy task, right....he proceeded to just put the trash on the counter just because. i wanted to kick him. HARD. wtf? since when did the counter become the trashcan?
he had to meet me at the gas station to fill my car up for me. i can do it myself. i just don't have the funds at the moment since he has decided to treat me like a 5 year old and take away my milk money. this is absurd. i just have to go with it though. wait until my therapist gets a hold of him!
anyways...at the gas station he apologizes for being so mean. he said once he got a shower and put some clean clothes on he felt better. is this the miracle that i have been searching for? in order to improve ones mood all you have to do is make them take a shower and put on clean clothes? does this come in a bottle? i could market this. why not? people are writing dieting books with the theory that if you just think "skinny thoughts" you will be skinny. i wonder how long it took to come up with that horseshit.
needless to say, i forgave him. he is in fact getting on a plan to ponte vedra, fl and flying into tropical storm alberta. i should make things right before he gets on what he calls the "death flight". he hates to fly. i'm sure his sweet mom will give him some medicine to make him go to sleep....THAT is an ENTIRE different post though. maybe later.
i'm off to work for now...bob the builder will be here soon. hooray for me. sigh.
he had to meet me at the gas station to fill my car up for me. i can do it myself. i just don't have the funds at the moment since he has decided to treat me like a 5 year old and take away my milk money. this is absurd. i just have to go with it though. wait until my therapist gets a hold of him!
anyways...at the gas station he apologizes for being so mean. he said once he got a shower and put some clean clothes on he felt better. is this the miracle that i have been searching for? in order to improve ones mood all you have to do is make them take a shower and put on clean clothes? does this come in a bottle? i could market this. why not? people are writing dieting books with the theory that if you just think "skinny thoughts" you will be skinny. i wonder how long it took to come up with that horseshit.
needless to say, i forgave him. he is in fact getting on a plan to ponte vedra, fl and flying into tropical storm alberta. i should make things right before he gets on what he calls the "death flight". he hates to fly. i'm sure his sweet mom will give him some medicine to make him go to sleep....THAT is an ENTIRE different post though. maybe later.
i'm off to work for now...bob the builder will be here soon. hooray for me. sigh.