Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Thursday, March 24, 2011

It's agitating that she is fretting about not having butter for the biscuits when it's taking everything I have to not call and cancel the whole thing.


I expect I could blame it on the lack of butter, but he would know immediately it's because I am afraid.


That's dramatic. And presumptuous.


I would never use butter, or the lack there of, as an excuse for anything. And he wouldn't know - immediately.


But isn't butter an easier explanation for the past 30 years.