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

OF RENTING FRENCH MOVIES THAT 

INSIST ON HAVING NAKED WOMEN

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!!)