Saturday started off ok.. Miles and I read the paper while eating our Cinnabun cinnamon rolls... Nice and leisurely, right?? Well that didn't last too long:
Let me rewind for a sec. Saturday morning I woke up, and as usual, I was starving. I'm sure this is no big surprise for those who know me. As I was going downstairs, Miles says "Grab the towels and put them in the wash". Those were his exact words. So I did EXACTLY as I was told. I grabbed the
towels and put them in the wash. I did NOT turn on the washer since I didn't know if other towels needed to go in there and Miles is rather particular about these kinds of things. If I screw up and deviate from what he says, he yells at me and always ask "WHAT DID I SAY??? WHAT DID I SAY?? WHAT WERE MY EXACT WORDS??". In any case, I thought I was doing the right thing. Well,
after we ate breakfast, Miles goes into the laundry room and realizes that the wash did NOT get started. He's pissed, so he decides to punish me-- He tells me that I have to do the dusting and the vaccuuming.
Now, I didn't think that was all too fair, but I know that Miles does lots of the chores, so I started to do the dusting and vaccuuming. As I was vaccuuming I was thinking about how unfair this was.. I was just following directions... So I started to get a little annoyed and pouty. Well, when I was almost finished vaccuuming, I got really hot, since I had stupidly been wearing a sweater. Well, I figured that it was just me and Miles in the house, so I'll just take off my sweater and finish vaccuming. So as I proceeded to vaccuum with just my bra on, Miles asked me why I took my shirt off, and since I was hot, sweaty, annoyed and pissed, I snapped at him, telling him "shut up. why do you care?"
God forbid I actually snap back at him, even though he's snapped at me about 2 million times. Well, there's a reason why I don't snap at Miles, cuz at this point Miles turns into "Mad to the Max" Miles - the one where you can literally see steam coming out of his ears and where his eyes are blood red. Miles starts chasing after me around the dining room table. I start crying cuz I'm pissed, Miles is pissed off and super mad. What an ordeal. We finally talked it over and resolved our petty issues, but I keep thinking that it must be an awful site to imagine me being chased around the dining room in my bra by Miles screaming like a maniac.
10/21/02
Ok. I know I haven't updated the site for awhile, but I haven't had too much to say... Miles has been sweeter than his usual grumpy self. He does most of my chores and I've been glued to the TV with all of the new episodes of my favorite shows.
Anyways, my story comes from last night.. I think most married men complain that they don't get enough action in the sack, and Miles is a perfect example.. Complains ALL the time... Shouldn't once a year on his birthday be enough??? Well, last night he was trying to be "romantic" and snuggle with
me when out of the blue he decides to pick his nose! Gross. Just gross. He claimed that it was itchy... Yeah right. Uh huh.. Sure... And he wonders why he doesn't get enough action.
I will try to update my page more often.
10/14/02
Looks like this is turning into another section for Miles as Aya has nothing to say...I mean what can she say...I am the greatest!!
Here is a html file that we just thought was hilarious. I guess if you have kids you might not think it is so funny but for those of us without kids I was busting up!
Click: I am better than your kids
