26 Jan '08 - 4:59 p.m.
The wife and I were going to our new favorite bar last night on our new weekly "date". I shaved and showered, she did her own magic rituals and looked stunning.
We stepped out our door and as I turned to lock our front door she let go of the storm door and as all spring loaded equipment it promptly smucked my elbow. I refuse to call it my funny bone. I swore and she lit into me. She crawled up one side of me and down the other.
She said things I couldn't repeat here, she alluded that our marriage is as good as done, that was the mild stuff. That was all before I locked the door. So other than the initial cursing on my part, I remained silent as I walked back in the house.
Whole date lasted 30 seconds.
Well, I listened to her rant at me for a good hour. She never let go of a thing. She even brought up my old diaryland diary that caused all sorts of problems for me years ago.
I never said a word. I thought I was being clever and passive-agressive. Clever monkey that I am has read every one of my wifes psychology books while sitting on the can. I love bathroom reading, which is why we have three bathrooms for a family of three hee hee.
Next morning she came down a profusly apologized. I did too. She said I did the right thing by being silent and let her vent. So much for being clever.
It was as if she was on that predisone again.
Hey how my next entry should be about the first night I actualy had sex with my best friends fiance before we moved in together, it is quite entertaining.
