I need to vent, so here I go...and well, I have no where else to vent.
Hubby is a pouter. You know, one of those people who has little pouty fits?
He is also one of those people who always sees the negative. Like, if we won the lottery he would say "oh no, now people are going to start calling us asking for money" rather than thinking, "wow, we won the lottery".
Last night I got tired of the negativity (and I have a high threshold for it) and finally said, "can't you say one positive thing?", and he said "maybe I just won't talk at all"
Which is a blessing because he talks too much anyway, and the silence is good.
So now I have to deal with the big pouty baby all weekend.
I love him but at times I do not like him.
This weekend is one of those times