Curmudgeon

Saturday was a weird day.  We had to get up early to go to Bean’s baseball game, and we had a lot of errands to run to get ready for the Cub Scouts Crossing Over ceremony on Sunday night.  But Gracie had strep throat, so she was moving a little slow, and Chris and I were both in bad moods.  There was no real reason for either of our moods.  We were just kind of snippy and short.

Those are the days when you KNOW you’ll get a lot done… S’not.

Chris and I were on each other’s nerves ALL. DAY. LONG.  All day.  There was not one thing one of us did that the other didn’t get irritated about.  Here’s a good example:  He was irritated that I didn’t want him to help with Cub Scout preparations.  And I was irritated that he wanted to help.

In what universe does that ever happen?  Aren’t wives always complaining that husbands aren’t helping enough?  And aren’t husbands always complaining that wives are demanding too much?  And yet, here we were arguing over the complete OPPOSITE.

See?  Just cranky pants all day.  Both of us.

We were in Home Depot looking for who-knows-what, when I looked down and saw this Snickers bar.  I didn’t even show it to Chris.  I just held it up for this picture and called his name.  And this is the look I got.

“What’s it say?” Chris grumbled after the picture.

I turned it around to show him and kind of snickered.  (Oh, look!  I punned!)

“Is there one that says ‘bitchy?'” he asked.

Ahhhh… marriage.

If you don’t laugh, you’ll kill each other.