After work: I got home to a Husband that looked like he was ready to murder even the cutest, tiniest, fluffy bunny just for breathing, but insisted on telling me he was fine. Umm.. ok? After about an hour of silence and me just enjoying the nice cold air in our house (97 degrees out yesterday...heat index of 9 billion with a dew point of 99%) he asked if I wanted to go to the races. You want me to go sit outside in this dryer like heat for 4 hours to watch cars go around and around a dirt oval? Thank you, but no. So he went by himself. Nice, me sitting at home on a Friday night........
After races: Husband and I sat outside for awhile having a few drinks since the temp was down to about 85 (much better huh?). Oh, and by few I mean me having one fruity masterpiece and him having 4 tall boys. Go inside, find a movie to watch and this is when burn number 2 happens.... I don't know when it was exactly that I realized he was no longer in the bathroom and my how odd it was he didn't tell me he was heading up to bed, but I shut the TV off and headed upstairs myself. What did I find? No husband. The man that had just left me home on a Friday night had freakin' gone into our computer room where the Dog was and slept on the FUTON with him....all night.....instead of sleeping in a BED.... with Me!
Call Dr. Phil, Jerry Springer or Maury - scratch that, this is not a paternity dispute- just tell whoever it is that I have a great topic for their next show, "I am jealous and suspicious of a 90 pound, 3 year old, black Labradane...he is taking over my marriage."
|Tonight is not looking any better...........|