Last week Kevin and I got into a fight. It was stupid really and just escalated because we are two people who when are faced with a controll issue, refuse to be the one to say “uncle”.  We went to town in search of the perfect push up. Because Kevin has decided he wants to be all fit and firm, he thinks he needs them. Any-who, on the way out of the first store we went to, I noticed a nice ding in the fender of my car. I pointed to it and stuck my bottom lip out. This was a much better alternative to all of the profanity I wanted to spew. Well, I may as well have walked up to my husband and said “you careless S.O.B look what happened to MY car when YOU drove it all last week.” Because that is what he got from me pointing to the ding and sticking out my bottom lip. (note- my husband is not a morning person and several times I have mentioned that I would gladly buy him a t-shirt that said “warning ,i’m a dick untill 9 a.m.” if he would promise to wear it.)   Anyway, the fight was on because he thought I said “YOU DID THIS IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT’ which I didn’t

    We exchanged unpleasant snips back and forth untill we reached our second destination about three blocks away. He got out to go in and I sat in the car and waited for him to get back in. I never go into a building with him if we are fighting, it’s just ugly.  He came back  and while leaning through the window of the passenger side of the vehicle asked if  I was going to go in and in turn I asked him if he was going to be nice. He walked back into the building and glared at me so I being the nice wife that I am, made the cry baby sign with my hands rubbing my eyes. He in turn walked into the store while giving me the closeup view of his middle finger. I left him there.

   Ok, I had all intentions of going back and getting him,and to my defense I turned around a block away and went back but by that time  he had disappeared into the scenery.  So I have both boys, one who is laughing at me because he knows the crap I just pulled backfired in my face, and the other one starting to cry because he couldn’t see his dad anywhere.

  I told the older one to shut up and help me look and then I told the little one that his daddy was a big boy and he was surely fine, and he had his cell phone and he was the one who was refusing to answer it. Luckily the little one catches on quick. We drove up and down the roads we thought he would be on and didn’t see him anywhere. We even estimated how fast he could be walking, and how far he may have gotten. We did this for a solid fourty five minutes.  Finally when we got tired of calling and texting and calling some more, the boys and I went to Arby’s and had lunch.

To make a long story short, everything turned out ok. Kevin decided the particular pair of shoes he had on were not made for walking (nine miles home) and he won’t be giving me the bird any time soon. I will surely not do anything that gives him a reason to either. It’s another good story we have to laugh about.