September 1, 2010
You and your husband have been hashing it out now for a good 6 months. Seriously, 6 months? Why don't you just say your sorry, have makeup sex, and get over it for cryin' out loud!
I just can't see how you would expect me not to look when you're having your little "conversations" on your back porch....and you live right behind me. C'mon now. You think I'm not going to constantly find reasons to walk into the kitchen and sneak a look? I understand you probably don't want your daughter to hear mommy and daddy having a knock-down/drag-out, and you're probably smart in that respect. But, as the mother of one of your daughter's friends, I'm here to tell you that precious little Keelie ain't dumb...and she ain't too secretive about it, either. While I'm getting the visual out of my kitchen window, I'm getting the details from my kid.
As much fun as I'm having peeking out my kitchen window every time one of you jumps up and flails your arms around, or stomps off back into the house, or slams your hand down on the table, or gets loud enough where I can hear you say "I REFUSE to deal with this shit anymore!" from inside my house, it's really getting old. If you guys aren't going to bust out with some choke holds or round kicks to the gut, then at least do something worth peeking at! You know, ravenous makeup sex on the picnic table would be a good start. I swear I won't run and grab my video camera. Cross my heart and hope to die.