Faggedabadit

 Arguments are complicated things, aren't they? At the roof of things, they're really kind of simple, two people disagree about something, and it either goes in a relatively civil fashion, or it turns into insults and anger, either from one side or both sides.

 I was recently in an argument with one sided insults. I'd rather not really get into depth about the subject of the argument, since it was pretty personal, but over the course of several hours, using text messages and email, the subject I was arguing with repeatedly insulted my intelligence, my judgment and financial skills, and MY HUSBAND.  Apparently, entirely based on the fact that I don't own a microwave or an I-phone, and because we haven't decided to stick two 'twin long' beds together to make a larger bed instead of continuing to use the futon we have until we can afford to get a nice bed that's already the right size... and probably a handful of other things, means that I am clearly in a horrible and abusive relationship and I'm brainwashed.

 Well... they'd probably insist that they meant nothing of the sort, but when your compare my spouse to an known abusive asshat with cryptic warnings that said asshat supposedly 'magically' turned into asshat overnight... yeah. I don't think I really need to explain that one, do I?

 Anyway, this was a major anoyance for me, and I did everything I could to stay calm cool and collected, and pretty much just stopped responding to the chain of attacks and roundabout accusations.

 This morning I got an text from the same person noting how amazing the weather was outside, since it's finally decided to act like April and be sunny and warm ((Although it did 'Sunny and warm' all over me while I was driving out on a few errands. Hello April showers...))

 I didn't respond to that one either. I mean I admit, I used to spend a lot of time fighting with my sister, and we used to kind of just do a 'Faggedabadit' and pretend the whole thing never happened. Sometimes that works. Sometimes that's the only solution if you're stuck with someone... but I'm not ready to do that yet.

Milk Bath

 Well we went out with Grandma S today. That was quite a lot of fun. We discovered (how did I miss this?) That Wendy's version of the 'under three' kids meal has a snoopy board book. ((How AWESOME is that? Mini thought it was fantastic.))

  He enjoyed his burger and fries, and especially enjoyed having his own tiny fry pack within his reach so he could self serve. He kept pulling out fries and stacking them up as though he were waiting for us to take them away and was trying to hoard them.

 There was a little snaffu with the milk though. I tried to give him a sip of milk, and got the now classic "I CAN DO IT" response, of grabbing the bottle and fighting me for it. He succeeded in getting it out of my hands and hoisted it triumphantly over his head...

 ...Spilling milk over his head in the process. His look of shock and amazement was the stuff of legend, sadly there are no pictures, but he will definitely be getting a -real- bath tonight to make sure he doesn't smell like old milk.

 Otherwise we did a little shopping with Grandma, and she bought the monster some more summer stuff. He got some more nice shorts and some little sleeveless shirts I think he'll enjoy. Good times!