The title is a quote from my late father in law. He loved that saying and his son repeats it often. Today my husband is working from home so he got an extra 2 hours sleep. I just called and woke him up, he has to start work in 15 minutes.

Last night I frogged a sweater I had crocheted. I am a large size, but I had made this sweater for someone quite a bit larger than I am. It came apart a lot easier and quicker than it took for me to crochet it. But I only had to use my scissors 1 time and that was because I was trying to rip it out from the beginning point not the end. I had woven in all the ends very well but since I didn't split the yarn, once I found the end (the hard part) I could work it back. Now to figure out what pattern sweater I want to make. Even though I like the pattern I ripped, I don't want to remake it.

Another day sitting at the other desk. I had to print out everyone's time sheet since I can't always open up the attached files when they send it to me electronically. Isn't technology great?

Hubby still got into bad mood last night. It seems he looks for something to pick on. Supper was good-meatloaf made by yours truly and glazed carrots. took short cut used canned carrots. We talked and were watching the movie we didn't watch the previous night. All is well. Then he starts talking about hoping a bonus award he may be getting is large enough for us to buy a bed. For the past two years we have been sleeping on a series of air beds. They have been the ones that are almost as high as a regular bed, but they develop seam leaks over extended constant use. They are not meant to be the main bed. I started asking what type of mattress are we going to look at and bingo-arguement. He asked if I meant 'sleep number' and I said not just sleep number but what type of bed. He got upset and said I should know what type he was talking about. These are the types of arguements that come from left field and drive me crazy.

He decided he doesn't want me to put the lotion on his feet that I have been. He doesn't want to 'bother' me. I know this is passive aggressive behavior and I try not to engage him in it, but sometimes I get blindsided by it. Is there a way to stop it? If I call him on it, he doesn't see it.

Of course tonight it will be all well and fine until I say or do something he thinks that I should have not needed to say. This behavior did start showing up when the kids were little, but has gotten worse the past year. I'll figure it out soon. It's either that or go crazy.

I have found out I love reading the journal's of a couple of writers here. I am learning more about the industry and am glad of it since I have 2 books in my head-just time to sit in peace and quite to write them. Never mind having computer space.

Time to go back to my day job. Have a good day, and talk to you all tomorrow.