Blow Me Sunday

As chipper and happy to be alive and bushy-tailed as I was 24 hours ago? Yeah. It's gone. That ship has sailed and left a crabby old barge in its wake.

One good thing happened today--Bob came inside to play a video game. We have a Wii. I don't understand that damn thing. Especially not when you start plugging in wireless controller boxes and crap into it and shoving Game Cube games into it. (I'm an Atari girl--stick, button. 'Nuff said.) Ben was outside doing "man stuff." So I told Bob he was going to have to just wait until Ben came inside and could help him with the system. He got pissed and insisted he could do it. I kept seeing dollar signs and my very pissed off dork of a husband crying over his busted game and finally yelled at Bob to "just walk away." He got mad and stomped off downstairs.

I figured he'd be pouting in the corner and plotting my untimely demise, but all he did was grab a coloring book and a bag of markers and started coloring a picture.

I like this new and improved Bob--a lot. I hope he sticks around a while.