Ok, so OCCASIONALLY I throw a tantrum. Every once in a great while. About six years ago, I got so mad at Derrick, I threw the remote control at him. He ducked, and the remote hit the wall and busted into many tiny pieces. He made me get up and turn the channel and adjust the volume until we could afford to buy another t.v. (the universal remote, of course didn't work for that t.v.). That pretty much taught me not to throw things. lol. Well tonight, I got so irritated at Derrick I threw a closed-up dirty diaper at his head. Not like a 'i hate you' type of throw. Just an 'i'm so irritated with you, i have asked you to help me put the kids to bed 3 times now, get off the damn computer, your not buying a new truck off craigslist' type of throw. lol. I'm not a nagging wife, so when I do finally ask for Derricks help, I expect him to at least pretend to help me. I can't complain, the guy is pretty much perfect...but damn. Don't make me throw a dirty diaper at your head. If thats not redneck, i'm not quite sure what is. Ah, marriage...he gets to be with me for the rest of his life...what a lucky man!!!
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