(Sidenote: Does anyone read titles to blog entries? And when you read this one did you stop and wonder what this entry was going to be about? Because I’m curious who you thought might be pooping in the house?)
We’ve all commiserated before about how we take very innocent things our partners say or do and blow it up into some big argument about how tired we are…and over-worked…and under-appreciated and Would it kill you to bring me flowers sometimes? Just because they washed the dishes.
Well, last night I took it to new territory.
MrZ: It smells like poop in here. (He was standing right next to the litter box)
Me: I just changed the kitty litter! Jeezus, I’m doing my best around here, if you have complaints why don’t you do it yourself! I can’t do it all!
MrZ: I meant that one of the cats was actually pooping at that moment…no one can keep that from smelling like poop. Even you.
Me: What does that mean? Are you saying I don’t do a good job keeping this house clean? Are you saying we live in filth? ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?
MrZ: Yes. You are a filthy fat good-for-nothing slob. Make me dinner, bitch.
Me: *sob*
MrZ: I need to learn when is a good time for sarcasm and when is a bad time.
Awwwww! I hope both your days get better! I wish my cats would learn to poop on the toilet and flush. And for the record I had no idea who was pooping in the house. LOL
He does need to learn the proper time for sarcasm. My husband and I have been having those fights a lot lately because I’m sick and feel like crap and he’s having issues at work that make him feel like crap. Last night I think I actually screamed, “Fine I’ll never cook again, because obviously I can’t do anything right. See? I can overreact too, jerk.”
It was not my best moment.
Ok, first, I DO read blog post titles. I read them on every blog I read. Some of the titles, such as this one, are just as funny as the post.
Second, while I’m not sure I’ve over reacted quite as much as maybe you did in that conversation, I have certainly done similar to my husband. (ask him, he’ll tell you, I’m sure!)
You crack me up.
You and I are insane today in our husband’s minds. Glad I have company.
Ha ha ha, yes, I read titles and yes, I’ve had days like that ;).
Pms or pregnancy hormones?
I thought your dogs were pooping!
Men can never win, actually. (At least that’s what my husband says.) And I did wonder about that title!
I am so laughing at that!! A totally true picture of my marriage at times.
I actaully snorted when I read this. Funny shit!
My husband has the same sense of timing.
Oh man…this is too familiar for me. I blow up like this, too….sometimes!
Men have such wonderful timing, don’t they? You have a gift my friend… you crack me upl!
I read the title and got confused… I was trying not to picture you in the corner of the dining room copping a squat.
Really though, did throw me off. And blogs without post titles annoy me.
MrZ is funny
I DID read your post title and I thought maybe you were sick and going to tell us about how you pooped all day in the house or something. Boy I’m glad you didn’t go there!
more sleep is in order.
See now thats how I would have responded too… poor Mr. Z.
I’m printing out this post and putting it on my fridge to see if hubby notices that it’s between you and Mr. Z and not us.
That is too funny! Though, in your defense, it’s hard to be rational when the smell of newly-minted cat poop is in the air.
I thought the title was sarcastic. I was thinking you were going to refer to your pets.
Hope you aren’t feeling as stressed now.
Heh, I figured it was about the pets. Just this morning I complained to my half-asleep husband that I’d gotten fat. Baaaad idea. His response? “How’d you get so fat?”
I snorted when I read this. This conversation has happened at our house too.
I figured NikkiZ was doing the pooping, but I love that Piper went there with the full visual of you doing the squat.
Heh hate to say it luv, but I feel pretty sorry for your husband on this one lol. Not as sorry as I feel for the guy who gets stuck with me though
Heh. I thought you meant Nikki.
Yup, I read titles too. I thought maybe I’d browsed to Dooce’s site.