So, my hub and I are in a pissing match right now.
I need to admit, to myself at least, that I may have intentionally picked the fight last night to keep from sleeping with him. What a fucking bitch I can be. And, I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it, but after eight years I know how he is, so I shouldn't feed the pig.
But, I did.
Well, pissing match commences and he sends me an email this morning "asking" (as if I ever say no) if he can go north...