He really did say, "...your..."

So there are days that I am up for a fight. I can't really explain it, other than my family fought about EVERYTHING, and therefore I am genetically predisposed to fighting. That must be it.

Anyway, we just got into it because of laundry. More specifically me asking him to do it. It went something like this:

SHE: "So would go down and throw some of my black work stuff in the laundry?"

HE: "Um...no. Why don't YOU go down and do your laundry? I don't ever seem to do it right, so maybe you should go do it."

SHE: [FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]

HE: [FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]

SHE: "Fine. I'll go down and do MY laundry."

HE: "Well that's nice. Don't do any of mine."

SHE, smugly: "Well, you told me to only do mine."

At this point I'm pretty proud of myself, I stomp down stairs, sort ALL the laundry and start a load of black. With his stuff in it. I walk back upstairs, and HE is busying himself with changing the toilet seat, which we just bought this evening.

HE: "So....you didn't really only do your laundry, right?"

SHE: "Huh. Why yes I did. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO."

HE: "Sheesh! I did not! That is not what I meant, and you know it. I can't believe you didn't do ANY of my laundry!"

Now at this point, I know that all 2 of you who are reading this may be wondering why exactly I lied about doing his laundry, too. It's just that I can't let him have the satisfaction of knowing that even though he told me to do ONLY my laundry, that I still did his, too. Because that would be mean.

I know. It makes no sense. But that is just the way it is...for now.

She says...I'm a no good unemployed bum.

Okay, so I'm only unemployed for 3 days, but it feels really wierd not having a place to call WORK. So I'm sporting Rod Stewart Morning Hair (as I affectionately call it) and it's 12:30 in the afternoon.

Must. Become. Human.

Off to the showers!

He said...Who knew turning 30 makes you an oldie?

Last Saturday, I found myself in disbelief...and feeling OLD!

While traveling down to Mazeppa for a costume party (where SHE & I finished second for the "Best Costume" with our Plug & Socket costumes), we were scanning the radio, playing "Who Sings It?" - A good game for road trips - Trust me.

Anyway, the scan stopped and we heard some good ol' tunes from the 80's. We started to "Rock Out" and sing along to the likes of Quiet Riot and Spandau Ballet when I noticed that the station the scan had stopped on was none other than...KQQL 108...the oldies station.

NO!!! The 80's are oldies? Since when? I'm a child of the 80's...I'm 30...and apparently an oldie myself.

Nonetheless, we continued to listen to the "Golden Oldies of the 80's" as we continued on down the road.

Another HE says..."That's because I'm French!"

My co-workers response to me exclaiming at lunch today, "Oh my god, that is so rude, Pierre!"

'Nuff said. Sorry for insulting all the cool French folk out there.

She says, "What's good for the goose..."

...Is good for the gander. Gander Mountain, that is!

So I've given notice at US Bank and I've accepted a position at Gander. I have made some great friends at the Bank, in fact a best friend of two (whether they know it or not). It's bittersweet thing, because I wasn't unhappy at USB (okay, maybe a little unhappy - but that's really no the point), it's just this opportunity feels really amazing!

And I realize that this is the first job I have left BECAUSE I CAN, not because of layoffs or a major family move. And I actually have an executive package and benefits with a great salary. Man, I feel so damn grown up!