My husband left me on Saturday. He was watching his fav. football team play on tv in the living room while I was in the bedroom watching my own show of choice. I could tell his team wasn't playing very well and that was causing him to be in a really really bad mood. The term "It's only a game" is totally lost on him.
He stomped through the apt. mumbling something I couldn't understand and before I knew it he was gone. Besides work, we never go anywhere without being together. And we certainly never leave without telling the other where we are going.
I had no idea where he went. Or if he was going to come back. It was a feeling that I never want to experience again.
Half an hour later he walked in with pizza. I could have slapped him. (But ate the pizza instead.)
20 bubble blowin' comments:
Never slap a man with dinner, especially pizza! But c'mon, a little communication please? ;-)
How scary for you! I would hate that! But you did get pizza, so that is good! I hope his team wins next week (as long as they aren't playing my team) and you can celebrate with pizza TOGETHER.
Ha! Funny Katie. I'm glad he came back.
Wow- I don't blame, at least he came with a peace offering lol
oh wow that would totally freak me out too! i'm glad it was just for pizza :)
that was scary for a minute...but pizza-is never scary
Glad he came back. Pizza is always a good peace offering in this house
Woo woo Pizza conquers all!!! =D
lol, i believe everyone needs their time away, even if it is for 30 min to pick up pizza.
Yeah, that's freaky for any woman. I can only imagine.
Glad he came back, and with pizza in hand!
don't scare me!
A man can never go wrong offering me pizza--especially pepperoni and mushroom!
Geeshh...boys are so drama sometimes aren't they? :)
yuck..
but pizza DOES make it all better...
That would be scary. Glad you ate the pizza though!
Oh my gosh, what a man!!!! That is too funny though!
It just helps to go for a walk sometimes, my husband's the same way. It's better than throwing things around the house and breaking something or taking it out on me. I don't mind at all! Then, of course, I am the same way when watching the Cleveland Browns come up with new ways to screw up every week.
Men. The worst communicators. But....whaddya gonna do?
Hope you're having a good week. (visiting from SITS)
- Margaret
Mmmm pizza!! My husband could have proposed marriage with pizza instead of a ring. Who DOESN'T love pizza?!?!
Glad he came back! My husband would have, and usually does, walk out and come back the next morning completely drunk... And I still wouldn't know where he'd gone.
You're so lucky. ;)
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