So I'm catching up on all these blogs that I have just not had the time to visit lately. I've finally been able to add several newer blog finds to my reader so it'll be easier for me to keep track and not miss anything. And there's been some awesome material, news, interesting stuff that I thought I'd share with the hubs. Conversation that doesn't revolve around the kids.
As we're making dinner, I'm busy chatting away, filling him in on some of these hilarious stories, how there are so many talented people out there.... blah, blah, blah-de-blah...
And he shuts me down as he's taking the sausages out onto the deck to barbecue.
"Sorry, I'm busy..." giving me a wry "sorta" smile as he shuts the door behind him, cutting me off mid-sentence.
What the ...?!!!!
Well, I'm none too pleased. Yeah, I get that this blogging stuff may be tiresome, but there's no need to be rude - ish. (I know that this is part of his personality, but every three years or so I let it get to me).
I'm fuming while stirring the pasta, and the girlie walks into the kitchen and says "Where's Daddy?"
"He's out on the deck being a pain", I respond. (Maturity, not my #1 trait).
"Oh." she says.
Then she screams through the glass door, "Daddy, why are you outside being a PAIN?"
She's got my back, my girlie does.
(Apparently he was joking, pulling my chain, knowing he would get a rise out of me. He's unbelievably good at this, still after all these years. I should know this by now, grrrr.)