It is 4:30 in the morning and once again I'm wide awake because my all too considerate husband, Allen, got up at 4:00 and woke me up with his growling and complaining. I used to have a friend that used a bunch of really funny sayings; we called them "Sherryisms" in her honor anyway; one of them was "I'm so busy I don't have time to cuss the cat". That is not a problem for Allen. When he woke me up it sounded like he was in the kitchen and he used a string of expletives to tell our male Persian, Simon to go away and leave him alone. How can a simple brush against a leg and perhaps a little meow welcome, evoke such a LOUD negative response. Now, I could ask him in the morning, but it would only lead to an argument where I would call him an ill tempered, foul mouthed, insensitive louse and he'd call me a self-righteous domineering female (or know-it-all bossy bitch since he doesn't have the largest of vocabularies and it seems to be shrinking by the minute). Okay, I've just used this blog for what I said I would not, bashing my husband and this is only my third post! Oh well the barrier has been broken; I might as well run wild with it.
Allen, if you somehow manage to find this blog, be glad that I got up and typed this instead of giving you a kick in the rear, which was my original idea when you woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep!
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Amen Sistah. And besides even if he does find it...he won't know he found it. Bless his heart.
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