Acutal conversation from last night:
Husband: “I’m stressed out because I don’t know what day the septic company will be out to put in the line and I don’t have a timeline to give Bryan to move his trailer!”
Me: “Dude, it’s the health department, not the septic, just give it some time. I told you last week that I was told we wouldn’t see anything before Thursday”
H: “I know, but I want to know when it will be done!”
Me: “Listen, what are you going to do, go down to the health department and yell at them?”
H: (rather sheepishly now) “I don’t know, I just might!”
Yesterday was so NOT a good day. Imagine many small conversations like this most of the evening. And they always say that women are the ones who mad cow!
