Yesterday was a rough day. I was generally pissed off and my head hurt all day. Not very pleasant feeling or acting,
to say the least about it. A certain someone came home from work in a similar sour mood, and sparks flew. Not
romantic sparks, but big, metal grinding on metal, muy caliente sparks. He was unhappy because I opened the
windows, and commenced bitching. I was obviously in no mood for THAT, and things got ugly quick. I sent him away
from me for awhile, and when he came back things were silent for awhile. We talked to his brother and we cheered up
a little. Then the neighbor invited himself over for a few, apparently exercising his right as part of a pregnant union
to leap at any opportunity to get away and indulge a little. Which is perfectly fine with me as long as I am not having
a monster day. So you-know-who begins TALKING to the NEIGHBOR. And I have to HEAR THIS. Enough is enough
and I told them to go out to the bar. As good measure they agreed and I finally got some peace and quiet. Then in the
middle of the night I woke to find that he had FALLEN ASLEEP WITH THE TV ON. The nerve. I swooped up my
pillow and blanket (the only blanket besides the sheet) and shut myself into the spare bedroom, where I stayed until
11:00 this am by which time he was long gone.