But wait -- grislen has a good idea -- let the mood pass.
Your W is probably teething.
She (like my H) struggles a lot with herself, and her better self goes diving sometimes. Let her take the bathosphere to the depths for a cruise while you sail the boat around the harbor.
When she's combed the depths she'll come up for air.
I just re-read your wonderful early post (linked for someone else) detailing how your DB-ing turned things around. You have found a key -- it's called "respond with love" -- so use it again.
(That's also a chapter in the sweet little book I just picked up "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff in Love" -- this book is like having KAW in my pocket.)
I know you have some buried treasure in your basement, because you can always come up with handfuls of gold -- in the form of patience.
Down the stairs to the treasure box again. Up with a handful of the loot.
See, I've figured out why you're so rich and generous!
Lemonade later. Sounds like lemons today.
Hopefully the sourpuss will surface refreshed in the morning. Wait and see.
I heard somewhere that sometimes if you throw money at a problem it helps. In this case, gold dubloons?
Sorry if I sound silly with all these similes. Trying to make you smile.
