You know that saying...

...to not ask a question unless you really want to know the answer?

Yeah.

That is a stupid saying.

Or maybe it's just a stupid saying in relationship to husbands.

Or perhaps, it's just my husband.

I love the man.

Heaven knows I do...

...but still.

It's been a bit of an 'interesting' few days here...

and Thursday night it all caught up with me.

So I said to Mr. Jenny, "Ummm...Mr. Jenny...gosh, this has been an 'interesting' few days...I'm really worn out...I must look pretty tired out. Right?

And he glanced at me and said, "Yeah, right, maybe you should go to bed early. You look...well...not so hot."

Hmmm...

So, I tried again...you know...for the answer I wanted.

"Well, I probably don't look that bad, right? I've looked worse, right? I mean, I don't look THAT worn out do I?"

And he said... "Ummm...yeah, you really should go to bed right now."

And I said, "Well, geez, it's only like 6:30. And are you saying I'm ugly?"

And he said, "No, you're not ugly...don't be silly, but yes, you look haggard."

And I said, "Haggard? What do you mean by haggard? Are you saying I look hideous?"

And he said, "Are you getting mad at me?"

And I said, "Well why, pray tell, would I be mad at you for calling me ugly and hideous? And it's not like I can go to bed anyway because I haven't even written my blog post for Friday."

And he sighed. Like I was being irrational or something.

Geez. As if.

And then he said, "Just go to bed. Skip your blog post."

And I said, "WHAT? Are you crazy? And disappoint the millions of people who read my blog every day?"

And he said, "Millions?"

And I said, "Okay, disappoint the thousands of people who read my blog every day? No way!"

And he said, "Thousands?"

And I stomped my foot and said, "Fine! I don't want to disappoint the 12 people who read my blog every day!"

And then he said, "You get so dramatic when you're tired. You should really go to bed, I'll write your blog post if it's that important to you."

Hmmmm...

So, I said, "Fine, great! Since I look so haggard and ugly and hideous AND am totally dramatic, you probably don't want to look at me anyway, so go ahead and write my stupid blog post and that will be just fine with me!"

And I huffed out of the room.

And I have no idea why.

Really.

I think my crabbiness was in direct proportion to my haggardness...

...

...

Seriously.

But!

...have you ever gotten into a frame of mind and decided, 'damn the torpedoes'...I'm going full speed ahead whether this makes sense or not?"

You have, right?

It's not just me.

Right?

So anyway...

I went to take a bath and Mr. Jenny came in and told me, "Your Friday post is on your e-mail."

So, when I got out of the tub, I opened my e-mail and found this picture.


..and I asked Mr. Jenny, "How is that a post?"

And he said, "Remember when we came home a few weeks ago and Oskar had gotten some books out to chew up?"

And I said, "Yes, I remember."

And Mr. Jenny said, "Well, remember how that was one of the books on the floor by the book he actually chewed up, and I showed you the book title and you said it was funny?"

And I said, "Yes, I remember, but the book wasn't on the chair when we came home, was it?"

And Mr. Jenny said, "Not, it was on the floor but I didn't think that was a very good picture so I put the book on the chair with the dog and took a picture. That's funny, right?"

And even though for a tiny brief moment I wanted to give Mr. Jenny retribution for actually answering my question I didn't really want to know the answer to...

I resisted.

Because.

I was tired.

And haggard.

And so...

This is my Friday post...

And you're welcome.

And now, I'm going to bed. Mr. Jenny really exhausts me sometimes.

So there.

Sigh...