in good times and when i want to potato peel your nose.

i tell you that being married is the toughest job there is. forget housewife, the army, being a mother, a proctologist, marriage beats 'em all. it's a beast, fraught with every kind of drama there is. there are days, like this one, that i want to pack my stuff up and leave (i'm not because it would be a big job). i want to grab the man i've been married to for 23 years and smack him upside the head in an effort to let him know how intellectually impaired he is, how TOTALLY FUCKING STUPID everything about HIM IS.

i'm mad. my stomach is gurgling with anger. and yet, at some point, it will be over and we will be better. but for today, i can't really imagine when. and for now, that will have to just do.