7 Jan '08 -
Ellie, my wife was not happy that I accepted a dinner invitation at Tara and Brians house Sunday evening. Fucking prednizone steroids! She was civil enough all evening though I saw the signs that I was in for a rough night when we were in private.
The food was good, prime rib, mashed potatoes, brussell sprouts (a particular favourite of mine), sweet potatoes and a fabulouse chocolate mousse dessert she made.
We brought wine, beer and my daughter made a cake from scratch, a basic white with caramel sauce dripping from it with strawberries glued on it with a store bought icing in a can. My daughter just started baking a couple of months ago.
We ate then watched some UFC they taped for tonight. I got the scoop on who was going to win the first fights from Tara so I made a bet with Ellie on the first one and lost intentionally. I do all the laundry this week. So by the time the second fight rolled around she agreed to be my slave for an evening if she lost. She was cocky and accepted. I won. I WON'T be wasting her on laundry...lol
Ellie was really tired by 9:30 pm after a full work day so we didn't get to see the main fight, but we had our own as soon as the car doors shut when we headed home. Things like 'I'll never get that 3 1/2 hours back and other insane rants.
Fucking Prednizone. She ranted at me until I fell asleep, well I didn't fall asleep, I pretended to. She was non stop for at least 1/2 an hour, I'm not kidding.
At lunch today she called and apologized and said she was not ever taking that shit again. To hell with her health, if she goes on it again our marriage is sunk.
I never lost it once though I think several blood vessels burst in my brain from holding back. I swear my wife and daughter have been taking advantadge of me these past 6 months with me controlling my temper. I think I only have 2 blood supply routes intact to my brain right now...lol
On a bright note, as Tara hugged me goodbye, I lightly kissed her on the ear and she let on like nothing happened, or it was too light to notice. I liked it regardless.
Tara wants her and Ellie to go to some gay club in Hamilton and Brian and I to go to some sports bar and wait for them. Sounds like a plan to me. I guess a big bear of a guy like me might throw the usual patrons of the gay club in a tizzy if I showed up...lol
I doubt it'll happen.
Later, oh please throw the prednizone in the toilet!
