I thought I'd let good 'ole Jello Biafra/Coldcut title this post for me...So in todays drama, apparently I had the audacity to ask my husband if I could go to my friend Chris' Barbeque this Sunday. Chris is a guy btw (you'll understand why I mention that in a minute). We are attending but boy was it a lot of work! Transcript of my reply as follows: Well.. after some rigamarole (which I of course because I am the Goddess who loves to bitch and whine will tell you about in a minute) all three of us will be able to attend the BBQ (assuming you did say it was on SUNDAY? and it is sometime around ONEISH? because I forgot now what you said and already delted that e-mail like a chump). Ideally it would have been better if a-hole wasn't coming along, but well I'll take what I can get. I just have to remember to not let him ruin it for me and all should go well, either that or I'll give you the signal to hit him over the head with a shovel and then I'll bury him in an unmarked grave in Maine... either way works for me. So yeah it's not a long story but essentially I was trying to figure out what the deal was with the schedule, and the thing we absolutely had to be there for is in fact on Monday.. so really we're just skipping the Story Land, which isn't that huge a deal since it's not like we won't be up there again in a few weeks (and hey it'll be warmer then). But of course I have to run my mouth off and mention how if he absolutely had to be at something, that I didn't mind going on my own or with just Meaghan and meeting him later up in NH. Of course he immediately changes the whole schedule around after that (I guess he learned his lesson after we went to KRF... not to let me wander around unattended). And he does his usual retarded ass ego seeking thing "what you don't want me to go?" which if I wasn't a sucker I would have told him the truth and said "no actually I don't" but of course like the dutiful wife, I lied to his face. Not my best moment, but I do have to live with him and all. So then he wants to know who's going to be there, and I tell him and he kind of catches on that it's all couples, except well you (and me if I wasn't going with him) and he gets all suspicious looking about that for a bit (guilty conscience much?) and then has the audacity to ask me if it's going to be uncomfortable for him to be there! He's worried that everyone there hates him (they probably do, but I wouldn't want to speak for anyone, or tell him that even if I knew for sure) and would be "looking at him or treating him weirdly". I mean WTF? You made you bed, now lie in it like a man. If people are going to judge you because you're a miserable cheating fuck wad, then that's your own goddamn fault. Don't deprive me my right to hang out with my friends because you can't stand the consequences of your fucking actions. Christ Almighty on a Twinkie! Never mind he doesn't bother to ask me how I feel about it. I mean I'm the asshole who has to explain to my friends why I'm even still with your sorry ass.. so if anyone should be ashamed and embarrassed it's me... So yeah long story short we'll be there, and I'll remember to leave my anger face at home. :-)*THIS PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT BROUGHT TO YOU BY ANGRY POISONOUS SHORT CHICKS ANONYMOUS*