Last Friday I was most unhappy with the spousal unit. He told me he was going to be home in the morning to help me load up the car. The kids didn’t have school so it was my one morning to sleep in. At 7:45 he wakes me up to tell me he wants to leave and whose car should he take? He also wanted to engage in lengthy conversation about our plans to get to the tournament. Homicidal thoughts ensued and after angry threats, he backed out the bedroom in fear of his life. When I finally got up, I was still angry. As I walked by him in the kitchen he says “So what do you want to do?” all cheery like nothing happened. I glared at him and said “Kill you.” Without missing a beat he says “Yeah, but there’s all these logistical issues, like digging a hole and where you’re hiding the body. So…..what do you want to do NOW?” I scowled again and said “Still kill you.”