Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Airing my dirty laundry
I am so mad at B. There I said it. I have to get it off my chest, it's not good to keep these things bottled up. Today when he got home from work, he was doing his German techno dance and I thought that was my cue to run over and start dancing with him and he totally snapped at me. I MAY have bit his nice new work pants, and it's possible that I was aiming for his weenie, but I thought we were playing. Well anyways he was all mad and wouldn't give me a Beggin' Strip! Can you believe it? I am never talking to him again... unless he makes me scrambled eggs then I will forgive him. Or I might forgive him if he gives me some peanut butter. Or maybe even a piece of that chicken jerky.