Nada new...

... because he hasn't spoken to me all week. I am past caring but I wish I could verbalize how he makes me feel and why he isn't doing a damn thing to help. I hate him.

Cleanup in Aisle

Power struggle in the vegetable aisle! We all went grocery shopping and Mr. Passive-Agressive Dog-boy had a long face and refused to pick up anything he had on the list. I don't think I want to speak to him anymore.

Ringing in Sunday

I put my rings back on because I felt like a bitch. How come I feel guilty when he has not spoken one word to me yet today?

:(

The Death of a Dishwasher

Cat: "The dishwasher is broken."
Dog: "What did you do to it?"

Can you see The Cat's hackles go up? POOF. The Cat moves into a more defensive posture then retreats upstairs for a shower while Dog-boy investigates the demise of the dishwasher.
Heart pounding, eyes alert she comes downstairs only to find The Dog having a fit while handwashing the dishes. Cat-girl slinks along the floor trying not to draw any attention to herself. Once collected, she goes in for another round;

Cat: "You have to be pissy about it, don't you?"
Dog-boy smashes another dish and comments on the amount of spagetti in the drain.
Cat: "Dog, I scrape the dishes so it can't be that much."

It is indeed too much, though. So I leave with the Puppy-child for a nice, big breakfast @ Denny's to fortify for some retail therapy.

Oh, and I took my rings off. Ding! Ding! Ding! The Cat went for the TKO in Round 1!

Revenge is sweet...

... and best served on the internet.

I am The Cat and my husband (Run away! Run away!) is The Dog. We fight like cats and dogs. Common curtesy and civility are lost in this house. This blog will be my daily rant.