4/06/2010

Killer On The Road

Easter came and did its "I'm dead
and ooo look at me flying away now" thing

and our cat brought us an Easter Bunny.  On Easter.

Right outside the back door I happened
to glance. There she was
ROLLING AROUND ON TOP
OF A BABY BUN BUN!!

Little Bunny Fru Fru was prostrate,
eyes open: "Do you think it's dead?"
I asked My Beloved as Our Darling Cat
took the Bunny's head into her gaping jaws?

An unthinkable question...yet of course
I was right.  The bunny was alive.
Beloved grabbed the wailing cat.
Bun Bun made a break for it.
I grabbed the cat.  Beloved grabbed
Bun Bun AND PUT HER
IN A POT OF BOILING
WATER?   no no no no
And put her in a safe,
and fleeable, place.

Above photo is of cat sulking by the locked cat door.
She's just now talking to us again.

It was just a blip in the catastrophe of a weekend.

My Beloved and I are deeply in love.
I know this because I feel it.

And. Sometimes it is the only reason that
we stay together in the face of our sometimes
mangled and soul-defying fights.

As I have noted in another post, we have gone
through perhaps I bit more than the average
western couple since we have been together.

To give you just a little idea of the house
that we are rebuilding, here are a few shots:
 
This is the bedroom area.  
Oh, and you are looking at the ground floor.  
The bedroom are now on the second floor.  
Which is where the door in the 
upper right hand part of the photo is.


My Beloved signing the contract to buy the house.
He is in the dining room.
The Bathroom
The living room space.
And again with that being the ground floor.
The living room is actually above this space.


So Yeah.  We are tired.
But I didn't anticipate the 3 days of gut-slogging 
fighting from Saturday to Monday.

To our credit.  We did manage to have a fantastic 
anniversary dinner (which I then ruined later 
at home by opening my fat mouth) and we had 
wonderful sex 4 times on Sunday (and I am 
NOT into make-up sex...which this most 
certainly was not).

I will not bore you with the problems except
to say that I am very low maintenance with
anniversaries: I don't expect gifts or even flowers.
However: if you took everyone of your previous
first dates out to dinner--AND NOT LUNCH
because you know very well that THAT is
romantic, do not expect me to be happy if
you propose LUNCH for our anniversary
after I have spent years sharing my body and
heart with you.

Also:  after a day of fighting and then having
made up, do not expect me to be happy if you
decide 2am at the end of it all is a good time
to go over to The Neighbor's house to drink
armangac and smoke pot...leaving me at
home because I just took a friggin' shower
and my hair is wet and it's winter in The 
Neighbor's house and I thought PERHAPS
we could reconnect physically, you know,
and you secretly don't even really want me
to come because you are afraid I have a crush 
on The Neighbor's friend. Which, I might
add, I don't mention so as not to embarrass you.

PLUS:  after years of trying to convince 
you that I am completely fine with you 
going out with your friends and you 
don't believe me and so have never 
done it, DON'T hold the forementioned 
situation as a good example as to why 
you don't do it.

AND:  I AM FUCKING SICK AND TIRED
IN THEM: WHICH IS ALL OF 
THEM: EVEN KID'S MOVIES!!!!!!!!

WHAT THE HELL
IS WRONG WITH 
SUBTLETY AND 
WHEN WILL THIS
COUNTRY GROW THE
FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


In other news:  we are fine now.
We had a wonderful and constructive
talk and have decided to see a shrink.

Home for me is in his arms.

Don't forget the Sweet Sperm Challenge. 

(and, yes, you can imagine who
benefited from these experiments!
Mr.  Lunch For Anniversary!!)

5 comments:

La Belette Rouge said...

OMG!!! Don't tell me that your anniversary was on Sunday as that would mean that we are dopplegangers for each other.
And, LOL! He-weasel just started with his own Non-Igor. Therapy is good especially when you are dealing with remodeling, baby issues and French movies with naked women.
xxoo

French Shelter said...

O Your God indeed Sweet Lady Belette!

We are, it seems, of the Doppleganger Gang! April 4th!!

and "remodeling" would be fun...let us put it as rebuilding and let it slowly die a sweet death...BEDROOMS ARE SOON TO BE FINISHED!!!!! AND MY FIRST DRESSING ROOM!!!!! Which is to say: MY FIRST TIME WITH REAL DRAWERS, AND NON-SHELVING CLOTHING HOUSING!!!

xoxo
PS: Therapy in French! ahem: BOOO YAH!!!!

French Fancy said...

There are always beautiful naked women in French films - it's the law here. Bloody men! Mine says 'you look better than her' - and he expects me to believe this rubbish!

La Belette Rouge said...

OMG!!!! Really???? You are the 4th too! My mind is blown!
I know there are ex-pat therapists in Paris. You could do therapy in English, if you want.
And, just FYI, my He-weasel is a rebuilding/remodeling diety.
xoxo

French Shelter said...

FF: But you know, to him you actually may!!

Ah yes, dear Belette, but we live in the South...7 driving hours from Peeree. Sigh.
xoox