this is love...

Last night as Bill and I were getting ready to go to the hockey game, I reached into the closet for my purse and stepped in a puddle in the entranceway. I hate stepping in puddles, especially while wearing socks, and one way or another my feet always manage to find them.

I mouthed off a bit to Bill about making that puddle when he should have left his wet boots on the mat instead of the floor...then went to change my socks.

Ok, let's try this again. I noticed that Bill had put my shoes on the edge of the mat so I could put them on without getting wet again. I should've said thank-you...I didn't. I needed to grab my purse out of the closet to get some stuff out of it (I didn't want to drag the whole thing to the game). Of course, I couldn't put my shoes on then walk to the kitchen with them on, so I tried to grab my purse out of the closet and not get my socks wet, again. Bill stopped me (trying to be nice, I'm sure) as he said something about watching the puddle, and why not just put my shoes on.

I snapped at him. I wasn't very nice. He asked what was wrong...I snapped some more. I told him that I wasn't feeling very well, my pants were hurting my sore stomach and that we needed to leave. It was all true, but it didn't give me the right to speak rudely.

I went to get the stuff I needed from my purse and apologized when I came back...he said it was ok...I didn't really think it was...I mean, if he'd spoken like that to me, I would've been hurt.

As we were heading out of town, he pulled into the gas station and went into the store for a minute. He soon came out carrying a Mars bar...for me. That's right, for me. I had been craving one and had mentioned it earlier...he remembered, and even though I was mouthy only a few minutes earlier, he stopped to get one for me...now this is love people.

You're the best, babe!

...brownie points for you :)