Remember I said I can't go to Vegas this year because we're doing work on the house? When I say we, I mean my husband. But, that's beside the point. Sometimes when my husband is working on the house, he gets on my nerves. And I get urges that aren't very Christian or loving. Right now, he's demolishing the front porch. He rings the doorbell to get me out there. He "asks" me how much of the porch "we" should demo. I told him. Then he told me how much he's going to demo. Kind of negating the whole ask the wife process. So, I countered with how I feel that it doesn't make sense to me to leave a portion and I don't agree that it's "still good". Then he countered with how the alcoholic biker neighbours (I never claimed to live in a high class neighbourhood) agreed with him. Oh really? They pay the bills, do they? So...instead of going to the moon without a rocket. I controlled myself. I re-stated my thoughts on the porch issue. And then I used a line on him that he likes to use on me "you're going to do whatever the f you want to anyway..." and I went back inside. Now I'm just trying to control my urges because fresh cement work in the front yard with a missing husband is too obvious. Thank you for this 15 seconds.