So should you blog when you're angry?

Probably not. But I'm going to anyway.

You know my last post? Well, here I was, ready to go all lovey-dovey. I had even come up with a solution. Just blog while in the same room with the man if we're watching TV. His show.

But then he went out to watch a movie last night. Without me. (Which, you know, he's certainly entitled to do after a long week at the office).

And when he went out to get a DVD to watch tonight, he brought home the newest Rambo. Because apparently there was nothing else there (he did phone me), and he wanted to watch it. Knowing full well that I HATE those movies. Pretty much spelled the evening out for me, don't cha think?

So I sat down in the family room with him to blog, while screaming emanated from the TV, accompanied by exploding huts and flying, bloodied, Asian bodies littered the screen.

"What are you doing here; if it bugs you so much, why are you sitting there and complaining!" (which I wasn't, complaining I mean). So I picked up my laptop and left the room.

I'll likely regret this post later, but screw it.

I'm keeping it really real.

It's Saturday night, and I'm bloghopping with my boyfriends and girlfriends.

That anniversary weekend better work wonders.

(Edited to add: he paused the show to come pour me more wine; maybe I'll be less mad while drunk?!)