On Friday when I was mad at T he asked me, "Can you tell me what you want to do right now? Come on.. do you want to throw the book at me? Tell me what you feel like doing."

And I said,"NO." (I was really lovely)

I think I would like to hurl a pineapple at T.

Let's all choose a fruit and/or vegetable to throw at our Ts.

Sister, I'm sure you are on the right track-- you felt small. Chances are if you felt small, he felt big-- you were vulnerable, he was powerful. That makes me mad a lot of the time. T gets to be T and I get to shrink and change right before his very eyes.

GRRRRRRRRRRRR indeed.