Friday, July 11, 2008

Piss and Vinegar

Ok, the moon must be in a crappy phase because there is a lot of piss and vinegar spewing both at work and at home. I can understand I have to hold my acid tongue at work with some of the idiots that collect a paycheck here, but last night I felt I had to really rein myself in with my husband. I pretty much hold my own when he gets on his high horse but last night I could have really smacked that horse's rump and sent it off a cliff. How can a reasonable person become such an ass? Of course my two little kiddos come right along so I couldn't really set his butt straight like I wanted. Lila and Ava have a habit of being right in the middle of us when we have a "discussion", Ava hates when we raise our voices.
Of course he apologizes this afternoon and I just want to forget it, but another part of me wants to set the fire again and let his fingers get singed. He is a hard person to argue with because he is a round about fighter, that means he goes in all different directions and winds up arguing about something totally off of what the original argument was about, that just pisses me off. I do like to call that to his attention by using my two fingers like a peace sign and pointing to our eyes and telling him to "focus", sends him to the moon! he-he-he. I can be a sarcastic hellion and keep my cool while he huffs and puffs. I feel better already. Guess I will have a beer and some fajitas instead of rehashing last night, it will be just this girl and her grill. I hope he doesn't ruin my beer buzz cause then I will have to flick a piece of charcoal at him:)

3 comments:

Penny said...

You always make me laugh! My grandmother used to always tell me that I was full of piss and vinegar because I pretty much tell it like it is! I have never heard anyone else use that saying but her!!

Julie said...

You are a hoot. Yeah my kids always come in when we are "discussing" something.

Michelle said...

You totally crack me up!

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