My Husband Is Like A Cat

I don't know what it is with Jim but every time I get on the phone, mostly with Maggie, he starts talking to me or reacting to the TV as loudly as possible.  I'll be talking to Maggie and he feels like he has to butt into my conversation (of which he knows only half so most times he saying irrelevant stuff) and then I can't hear.  SO ANNOYING!  And then I'm forced to tell him to shut the F up!  I know it sounds mean but after about the 37th time doing this, it gets a little old.  It's like having a cat that starts meowing and  bugging you when you get on the phone...Boo used to do that.  Of course Boo was much cuter and I didn't bat him across the room  - like I want to do to Jim!  Additionally, Jim LOVES that Meow Mix commercial.  Every time it comes on he has to stop whatever he's doing and laugh.  I told him this morning that he makes the perfect retard.  He didn't seem to take that well...I told him that was a compliment.

Oh, and another thing about Jim?  So he opens the dishwasher to load something and he goes, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"  I say: "What's the problem?"  Jim: "I don't want the beer steins going in the dishwasher...I want those hand washed!" (Jim's the only one to drink out of these by the way.)  Me:  "Well, I guess you shouldn't leave them on the counter for hours then, with ice melting in them so that I come along and put them away."  Jim: "Hmm...yeah...that is true."  Douche!

Okay, so, now that I've gotten that out of my system...what's doing today?  Well, I'll be walking Sami here in a bit.  I might try and run if I'm feeling it...I rode on the recumbent yesterday instead of running and I may try to get an extra workout in.  Jim's going to Clifton today for Fritz's "Open House"...I'm not going.  I'm staying home to watch the game.  After that, we'll see.  I'm fixing the Maple glazed Dijon chicken for dinner...I hope it's good.  And that's about it.  Nothing too exciting.

K - I'm out.  Later!