SWMBO returned from her short vacation. It was sweet: she missed me. Your Humble Servant is not made of stone; I was glad she was back.
Then, somewhere in the middle of the night, she insisted I get up to “deal with” the dog. Since I had just had several straight nights of uninterrupted sleep with the dog in the other room, I sleepily assessed this idea as “bullshit.” (Only in my head, mind…your humble servant is not suicidal).
The seemingly-hours-long, done-half-asleep argument that ensued involved SWMBO threatening every possible dire disaster while I slept, and actually claiming she was going to leave the house for the night.
She got as far as the car before she came back.
So, I am totally looking forward to going to bed tonight!
