It is a bad day already
I am not having a good day. My back has been aching for 2 days now, causing me pain and grief. This morning, I get a hysterical phone call that for a full 5 minutes I was completely unable to detect any message in. No static, just hysterical screaming and crying. So now I'm dealing with that. Then, somebody said something that didn't really shock me, but illucidated an intent that had been heretofore suspected but not confirmed. Now it is confirmed, and I can't help but feel...disappointed and saddened.I would love to go back to bed. I didn't sleep well last night as it was difficult to get comfortable with the back ache.
We had a lovely evening Saturday night with the friends. However, I now remember why I stopped drinking champagne. Should not have started up again Saturday night. Egads. Felt like crap Sunday morning and all I had was three glasses. With framboise. We ate (potstickers and italian flatbread with spinach dip, and of course the Wisconsin necessity of cheese and crackers, heavy on the cheese) and drank quite a bit. We played the DVD edition of Trivial Pursuit. Boys vs. Girls. And, once again the ladies served the men a dish of defeat. We smoked 'em! When we had all of our pie wedges, the guys still only had one!
Went another round with Prince Charming later that night over politics. He presented his opinion, then said, "Nothing more will be said about this. Not in my house."
So you know me. I'm nobody's little slave girl saying "yes, massah. whateva you say, massah." I let him have it. I pointed out to him that he can't express his opinion and then deny me the right to express mine. I, unlike so many, was raised to have an opinion and encouraged to express it. If he wanted some namby-pamby 1950s wife, he should have shopped elsewhere. I know it is my strength that he admires, but this not being entitled to an opinion has got to stop! I called him on that His House crap too. Last time I checked, it belonged to both of us, but apparently at that moment he felt otherwise. I know he simply misspoke, but it fed into the whole valueless feeling thing that I've had going since I left my career as a mover and shaker to move to Wisconsin, get married, and take a job doing little more than converting oxygen into carbon dioxide.
He persists in labeling me a "Republican." He refuses to hear my protestions. So I'll tell you all instead. I am not a Republican. I am a Libertarian or an Independant. I am fiscally conservative and disagree with most so-called social programs. I believe that my civil liberties are first and foremost and that they must be protected at all costs, beginning with my Second Amendment rights. I happen to find more to agree with the Republicans than the Democrats. Primarily, I am 800% anti-terrorism, don't want my children to grow up in a culture of fear, and know that this particular foe sees diplomacy as weakness. Therefore, I am all for taking the fight to them, which means I supported Bush over Kerry.
Prince Charming says I get mail from the Republican party and that is proof. Tell me. Am I responsible for every person who might send me mail? Blech. How am I responsible for every mailing list on which my name appears? I get spam from all of those male enhancement places, but lacking the equipment, I'm not really their target demographic. But, according to Prince Charming's theory, I am a middle-aged bald man who can't get it up. All of which makes our marriage something I'm certain he wouldn't be comfortable with. Can middle-aged impotent men get pregnant? Only in a Schwarzenegger movie.
He apologized and we went to bed with no hard feelings. But for a minute there, I swear, I was looking for a cast iron skillet.
But today has not started well, and it is only 8 a.m.
Crap.
