So the other day, I came home from work in a pretty foul mood. Due to the nasty weather across the country and the heavy holiday traffic, the past few weeks at work have been hell. Each day is just one butt kicking after another. I really really try to leave my work frustrations at work. I do. However, this particular day, I think I had just hit my breaking point, and some of my work frustrations traveled home with me. Anyway... I walked in the door loaded for bear.
Poor, unsuspecting Steve decided that this would be the perfect moment to bring up wedding plans. Now... keep in mind please, that I have been asking him for about 3 months now to pick a DJ. This is the one job I have given him, and it has yet to be accomplished. So, needless to say, I was more than a little peeved that Mr. Procrastination picked *NOW* to discuss wedding plans. We had a brief... um... discussion, in which I snippily reminded him that we were about 8 months out now, and that we needed to get some of these things nailed down... SOON!!!
Later that evening, after relaxing a bit and realizing that I had been a bit of a wench, I went over to him and apologized. The brief conversation went something like this...
Me: "Babe... I'm sorry for acting like a mean old hag. I really didn't mean to."
Steve: "Aww... You're not mean. And you're definitely not a hag!"
Oh. No. He. Didn't!!
I am a year older than Steve. And he just LOVES when he stumbles upon the opportunity to remind me that I am a year ''OLD''er than he is. What a turd!
I should've just snatched him bald headed right then and there.
Oh wait..... (he he he he)
It's a good thing he's cute!
