Had to have lunch with the in-laws today for our daughters sake.
My husband came home and started playing a video game in which he shoots things and blows things up.
Me, I blog.
Every time they talk, I feel like ripping my hair out.
I keep it short because I can't grab handfulls if it's short.
Today it was...
"I know you don't like to talk about this subject but..."
I said "we were not going to talk about it."
"she said I know but...."
You know what the answer will be, yet you ask the question anyway.
You are given the answer you expect and still try to ask again.
Oh my poor hair. I think it is thinning in front despite my best efforts.