Last night H got home from work and I went to kitchen to start dinner. I guess H has decided to give me the silent treatment now. H was acting with this nervous energy like he was in this super busy important rush, getting ready to leave for the gym almost immediately when he walked in the door. I said a friendly Hi to him and got nothing. So I just put an even bigger smile on my face and kept about my business until he scurried out the door.
LMFAO. 20 bucks says that wussy little cleaning boy doesn't have the 'nad to pull this off more than 36 hours.
