Sweatband

Being married is often like exercise. It can be invigorating, life affirming and so worth it, but sometimes it’s just a sweaty, I have to shower again, and my body feels like it’s dying, pain in the ass.
Michael’s a great guy and I’m glad I’m married to him, but there are times I think about poisoning his food. He cooks everything, so that would be kind of tricky, but the desire is there.
I wrote Wet Suit on his birthday and the gist of the post was reflecting on the way he sees things and his unique perspective. As with all posts, I sort of ramble, cut out the things that bore me and then I’m done.
I liked Wet Suit. It touched a little on our trip and Michael. There were some “lovey” feelings in there too.
Michael reads the post and says, “It was good. I liked the picture, but…um, well the quote that you used…that’s not really what I was getting at. The point was that buying food can become a one way street and when we don’t see it all the time we forget. It really wasn’t that big of a deal and you made me sound like I’m reflecting on animals dying and that’s not what I said.”
My thoughts, “Oh, shut up. I was wishing you a happy birthday and no one cares if I got the quote right.” I think I may have said that out loud to him. Maybe I yelled.
Perhaps Mr. Always Having a Comment and Being Way Too Honest, if you want people to know your exact quote you should start your own blog. So there.
I feel better now and we are having chicken florentine tonight, so he’s already forgiven.
My thoughts from the laundry room. I Have No Idea Who Turned the Air up to 77.
crazy life love Marriage thoughts writers life love Marriage thoughts Writing
Sometimes it just makes us feel better to get those suppressed feelings out in the open. That’s what writing is for!
It really was cathartic. Thanks for visiting.