Now don’t get me wrong, we are both equal in this house, but I have this husband who has a set of rules that he thinks he can enforce. Not that he will consciously admit to these unspoken rules but here they are:
Reunions bring out the worst in me. My facebook site is full of posts on an upcoming high school reunion. I haven’t decided whether or not to go. I just looked at the list of potential attendees and, even with the absentees, it will be a big group. It’s gonna take me days to go over this list.
Today, the mail brought an advertisement from a prominent medical bulletin. I won’t say who it was, but you’ve probably received at least a few, if not too many. They always arrive with some great reason why your health depends on subscribing to their newsletter.
Over crowding causes anger issues. I could do free castrations… with a butter knife. Hell, I’d even use two bricks for anesthesia. As if being on a crowded roadway isn’t bad enough, getting cut off in I-95 traffic really pisses me off. Not enough for road rage, just rabid confusion as to why anyone would drive so fast on a four lane road constipated with cars. Cars are all driving the same speed, side by side in each of the four lanes.
My husband, Howard, says Barmy Bottom isn’t really a hollow, it’s more like a slough. Hollows, he says, are Tennessee and this is Florida. Nonsense, I say. This house we live in and the yard around it are a big hole.