***UPDATE***
Awww�.Mike just sat on my lap (which really hurt by the way) and gave me the sweet little bottom lip pout that just makes me melt.
�I�m sorry for being such an ass. You�ve been so great and I appreciate everything you�re doing around here. Forgive me?�
*sigh*
My darling is so sweet.
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Mike is sick. When Mike is sick, he gets grumpy. And not just the usual, �meh� kind of grumpy either. I think of myself as a calming salve for my grumpster. I�m a little more patient then he is and it takes a lot to get me upset or to hurt my feelings. So as he�s breathing fire at me I just kind of stand there and when he�s done I�ll rub his cheek and kiss his forehead. He cuddles his face into the nape of my neck and all is well in the world.
Today�.today I am PMS Queen. �All hail the Queen!� I come forward with my scepter, raining terror on all who cross me. I am fury and vengeance wrapped up in a tiny vessel of DOOM!!!!!! �All hail the Queen!�
The Sick One became pissy with Us. He blew his fire and I patiently waited for him to be done. Then I whacked him right on the nose with my verbal scepter and proclaimed him insolent.
�There�s no need to be vicious with me,� and then I ignored him as I got ready for work. Granted he was in a lot of pain. He was running around in circles holding his eye. I asked him what happened. All that came out was, �My eye! My eye!� I stayed out of his way, but ready to do whatever he needed me to do if he asked. He popped his contact out and bitched about the pain. I tried to see if there was anything in it but he wasn�t in the mood for my hovering. So I continued to get ready. He calmed down considerably and things seemed to be a little better. Except for his eye being crazy red and his nose being runny and his head achy and a whole bunch of other things. So I ask him, �Are you going to wear your glasses today?� Just giving a suggestion without really giving him one�you know what I mea? Anyway he blows up, he said something about me being chipper about his eye being in pain and needing to wear his glasses. And that�s when I got mean back.
I�ve been putting up with his bad temper for the third day now. I�m wearing thin and the PMS Queen has moved in. This is the perfect storm. There�s a nasty fight brewing, I just know it� *grin* And then great makeup sex.