Medical problems have been tiring me out lately.
So I slept all through the middle of the day and to nearly supper time.
It might seem kind of crude to some people but we grab our food and take it into the TV room most nights.
The wife had her plate and I went into the kitchen to get my chilli dog fixings.
Bread, chopped onion, catsup and I like to slice the hotdog in two so that it isn’t as thick.
Grabbed some veggies to go with it.
I don’t like beans in my chilli so I was spooning beans out of my chilli into the garbage can when my plate tipped and my food went onto the floor.
I scraped it up and put it back on my plate and went into the tv room in a rage.
I sat down in my chair and sat my plate down and just lost it.
I yelled about beans in the chilli and just kept using God’s name in vain and throwing anything handy against the carpet except for my food.
I jumped up like a mad man and ran around the house cussing and screaming.
My wife was finished eating so she went outside and sat in the yard swing.
After I had calmed down and finished eating I went outside and asked her if she had been to the post office today.
She answered with “ what is your problem now!”
I told her just that- that I can get an answer like that when I ask a simple question!
She went back inside and I went to the post office and picked up our mail!
Things have been a lot quieter around here since that all happened.
Just wondering if it ever gets to anyone else.
It doesn’t get to me often!
But it seemed to just build up until I exploded!
