When my husbife doesn't get his way, he goes into full on melodrama. Example: We're driving home from a party last night and discussing our trip to san francisco. He says we need to get up at 5 in the morning to drive there. I counter with the following thought: 'Why do we need to be in San Francisco at 7 in the morning? What will we DO that early? Maybe we can go at a later time.' His response? 'Fine--if you want to just sit around the house all day, we'll just do that.' Okay moTHER.
Go giggle.
