Ooops! I got home last night and nearly snapped H's head off. I simply had a nasty tirade for ten minutes over something small. When I was done, I apologized for being so nasty and foul tempered. When I was really feeling in a better mood, I apologized again. At that point, H said that he liked "mean-z". I said, "No, you don't. How could you?" He said that it spiced things up a little. Yeah, right.
I've been in a bad mood about work this week. Today, I did a better job of not dragging it home with me. H is working on a project in the basement right now, so I've been running up and down the steps, dancing around and making faces at him. Silly-z has a way of keeping Mean-z at bay.
I got us a pair of foam disk guns for Christmas this year. It's been the best tension breaker. When one of us is cranky or being a jerk, the shooting starts. Before you know it we're rushing around the house, dodging disks and scrambling to get new ammunition off of the floor. It usually stops when one of us starts laughing too hard.
While H has been working on his project, I've been taking advantage of the time to watch the ultimate chic flick... "Pride and Prejudice." I used to watch it every week when we were seperated, but it's not something he could sit through. I must say I was impressed that he caught enough of what was going on to respond to some of the comments I made about it this evening. That's much more than I expecte.
