shut it.

I'm about to ceremoniously rip my husband's shaving mirror off of his shower wall. By ceremoniously I mean with extreme force and anger. At 5am today, I'm pretty sure he knocked it down, picked it back up, it fell down again, he said some choice words, put it back, AND IT FELL AGAIN. I had to try and convince myself not to kill him. The wall of his shower where said mirror is attached? Behind my head. I sent him a text this morning that read:
'babe. i love you but if you EVER make than much noise at 5am again, i'm filing for divorce.'
to which he replied:
'um yeah. i don't know what was wrong with me this morning. love you.'
Normally when he is ridiculously loud, he denies it and blames my light sleeping. The fact that he agreed today is just proof that the happenings in the apartment this morning were unacceptable. How in the world am I supposed to complain about all of the loud idiots around me if I live with one? (love you babe)
PT kicked my tail today. Well, I kicked it's tail, but now it's taking revenge. Super owwww. And, of course, after knowing just how hard I worked at PT and how well I did, instead of promptly going home to rest (as I was told), I went to Super Target. Then came home, where I found my long lost Body Back Buddy from amazon which had somehow made its way through the blizzards of Texas and to me. yay back buddy!