..

There are so many good things.

And then there’s those..  I’mgonnapullmyFRICKINhairout!!! ..moments.

..the ones that I look back on and think

~ you know..  That really wasn’t that bad..

I mean if that’s the worst I have to complain about..

He’s remodeling my kitchen this weekend.

He’s going to help me do ALL of our laundry tonite.

Right at this VERY moment he is coaching his crazybipolaranxietypronedramaqueenshitstartinggossipingpitypartythrower aunt through a nervous breakdown. 

And he just offered to go down there to sit with her for the night.

And she’s still throwing a pity party.

I know all about pity parties.

I am The Diva of pity parties.

I have to smack myself around sometimes.

Especially when it comes to Chris.

I’m such a shit to him.

God.

Protect my dear husband from me.

I thank You humbly that my husband has the patience for crazybipolaranxietypronedramaqueenshitstartinggossipingpitypartythrower’s like me.

God, I love my husband.  I hope You know that.

I know You know that.

But that was pretty cute.

Yeah?

No?

Fine.

~