Today I narrowly avoided a melt down.  Not just my meltdown, but MOTH’s meltdown at me as well.  All day I had pushed and pushed.  He tried to lighten the moments with his usual purile sense of humour, but I refused to be won over.  When he did finally ask me what was wrong, I snapped a stare so hard and fast, the glass in a nearby window cracked.  “So?’  You ask..”usual day at my place.”   And usually I would agree, but today proved to be the exeption.

Because today, after my attempting a fairly accurate version of Attilla the Hun…my computer crashed!  Worse than that, I had killed it!  Apparently I had given it a cold or the flu or some hideous disease, and now  MOTH (who by now hates me ) was placed in the enviable position of  “rubbing my bitchy little nose in it!”

See, he’s the fix it guy.  That’s why I married him.  Saves on car mechanic bills, antenna repair men, etc….Sadly, he’s not a gracious Mr Fix-it.

So..what did I do?  Well, I don’t particularly like the taste of humble pie, so…..I hid.  And like most blustery storms, it all blew over.

I am somewhat humbler now.  And a bit wiser.  And a bit smug!   “How grown up was I avoiding a big fight?!”  Yay me!

However I post this warning!  This could have easily have been you instead of me!