So, I hurt my poor husband’s feelings this morning. He was being funny and nigh unto angelic, when my neurotic side showed up (right on time, as usual). My normal-self side said, “He’s being funny and nigh unto angelic,” and the other side (the Dark Side) of me said, “He’s making fun of me and that’s not so heavenly.” So the latter won over the former and I wound up acting like a little demon.
Sorry baby. I love you and I DO think you’re funny and I WAS laughing. I just wasn’t showing it so well.
