I don't remember exactly what happened on Saturday afternoon to put me in such a pissy mood. I know I came outside to bond with the family and Sweety made some crack about how I would just stay out for a couple of minutes and then go back in. And I'd actually come outside with the intention of staying out there as long as him and the boys were outside. But when he said that I got annoyed. And then I just didn't really have anything to say so I did go back in. But I told him first I was finished using words on him for the day. Later when I came out I said something to him he remarked on my broken vow of silence so I said something snarky like 'i figure as long as i live with you, i may as well talk to you'. And we made nice-nice but I was still pissed over some things that were said and I was kinda freaked out by some of the things that were floating around in my noggin that I was thinking of saying. Things like "I'm just gonna take the canines and put them in the car and go to Oklahoma".
So before bed I wrote the Words post. When he called to apologize last night he told me that he realized how upset I was after he read that post and he felt bad. At that time I'd already written the previous post about poking out his eye with the microwave so I went back and edited it.
When he got home last night he was being very nice. I got a full body massage using some kind of good smelling oils and then he actually scrubbed me down in the shower. And then we had some fantastic bedroom gymnastics. As we were getting settled in for sleep, Sweety read this post. The conversation went as follows:
Him: Well you motherfucker. Next time we have sex I'm just gonna get mine and then roll away. Talking about braining me with the damn microwave. Why don't you just rig up a shotgun to blow me away? Or maybe put a full paint can above the door to land on me? How about you just douse me in gasoline the next time I'm in the shower and set me on fire?
Me: (I can't speak because I'm laughing to hard. And I'm trying to snicker quietly because I can tell he's really offended.)
Him: I think I'm gonna fix your laptop so it fucking electrocutes you the next time you open it up. You should watch that "Home Alone" movie and get yourself some more ideas.
Me: I did edit the post...
Him: Yeah, but you were thinking of blinding me with my own microwave.
And on that note, we went to sleep. And I slept with one eye open.