Quite a busy weekend around here. Lots of football games attended and cookouts eaten at. Lots of time playing with the boys in the crisp fall air. And then of course yesterday was our open house.
I'd love to tell you how our open house went but that would mean I would have to speak to the hubby and that just isn't happening right now. He was the one who stayed home to show the house while I made the boys scarce by taking them to the lake, McDonald's, a pet store, and their auntie's house. But seeing as how we still weren't talking once I did get home with the boys I have no idea how many people actually stopped for the open house. My guess is just a few.
I actually don't mind the silence. It is kinda nice. Me being an avoidance person and all I'd rather not discuss with him how I think he was being a total asshole and I certainly don't want to hear how he thinks I was being a complete bitch. So we'll just stew in our silent juices of asshole and bitchiness.
But don't worry about us too much. I'm sure the silent standoff will inevitably end once Todd needs me to help him find his wallet, or his watch, or his ass. That, or I'll need him to kill the massive centipede I will most certainly spot hiding out in a corner, walk me to the bathroom after I get too scared watching Paranormal State, or open a stuck-on jelly jar lid. Which ever comes first.
We may be stubborn and pigheaded but we have our breaking points.