Sometimes when I do something stupid I can phone hubby at work and tell him or leave him a note while I'm sleeping. Today, I couldn't do that. He is home on holidays so every mistake I make is plain to see.
I was vacuuming in the living room and the vacuum swallowed up a cord that was attached to an electronic gizmo. I tried to turn the vacuum off quickly, but you know how it is when you panic. No? Well, I do. Anyway, I finally turned it off. It had made a terrible racket and hubby comes through the door yelling some not so nice things about me.
I stood tall and said, "Jesus wouldn't say that to me." (I figured that would make him feel guilty.)
"Jesus wasn't married to you, was he?"
"Well, he wouldn't have said what you said."
"Yes, he would."
By that time we were laughing. I hope Jesus doesn't mind me using his sweet character to make fun of my husband's temper. I used to get all upset and hurt when my husband lost his temper. No more. I'm used to it and I know he doesn't mean what he says when he gets mad.
I'm a little different than hubby. When I'm mad, I generally mean exactly what I say. I'm not sure which is worse.
