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Big Dot

Sigh. Holidays with 'loved' ones. Just the pits. I never love my husband more than when he's not actually with me.


I am the barker/ screamer in my marriage. Santa's driving is lacking in the appropriate degree of agressiveness. He drives me nuts. Fortunately he is as mellow as anyone can be. Good thing for me because he could squash me like a tulip if he were inclined.

You and he deserve medals for staying with us barkers.


Oddly, one of the things I don't miss about being married is traveling by myself if I want to. If I don't want to, I pay my cousin's way and she comes with. No more trips to Ireland but no more tears in a separate bed. I'm glad you've found a better way to work it out.


Meow meow meow meow meow!


Big Dot - Now Gary's all interested in more holidays, too. I hope the next one goes better.
Zayrina - Yes, you damn barkers. Someday Santa's going to snap and bark back.
Becs - Well, until today, when there was a screaming fight with slamming doors and throwing things. I am not adjusting well at all.
Hattie - Meow meow, meow. Meow!

Mrs. Hall

how about marital counseling. ya know. to learn how to talk to each other now that you are around each other.

or get ear plugs.

whichevers easier.


Mrs. Hall - Gary was really uncomfortable during the counseling 23 years ago. I don't know if he'd go for it again. Might have to be the plugs.

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