stay puft

Since it is Thanksgiving and all, I have to admit that about 360 days out of every year are pretty amazing. I am blessed in so many ways and have so much that I am thankful for. I am usually able to see the silver lining in every situation and am in a pretty good mood most of the time. But there are some days that are just plain sucky for no particular reason.

I'll give you an example. A week or two ago, I was just tired and grumpy over a myriad of things. Every little thing Larry did or said was annoying me. I was in the closet, hanging up/organizing laundry, minding my own business (because I knew I was irrationally annoyed and knew I would snap at Larry if I was around him) and he shows up at the door. Mind you, I am working and trying to get things done. Not only was I hanging up and organizing, I was also sorting through to pick out at least 10 things to give away. I wasn't really in the mood to chat. And he shows up at the closet, looking in to see what I am doing. I don't say a word, just keep working. And he says, "There is so much hanging on these closet bars that they are starting to droop in the middle!" And I'm like, "Seriously? You came all the way back here to gripe about how many clothes I have? AS I'M MAKING A GIVE-AWAY PILE? Go away! I'm working!" He looks at me like I've lost it and says something like, "You didn't have to get all bowed up like the Stay-Puft marshmallow man!" and walked off.

I finished my task, then went out to the living room to take the high road and apologize for snapping at him. I said, "Sorry I marshmallow manned you." And he did an impression of how I looked/sounded that actually looks quite a bit like the Stay Puft man. And we laughed and now we use the "marshmallow man" man voice when we are trying to make a point, so, I guess there is a happy ending.