At the end of another long work day, Claus and I found ourselves looking at each other across the kitchen table for the daily debrief of the marital How Was Your Day pleasantry. It was clear from some other, earlier indicators that my super mellow, almost-never-mad husband was grumpy.
Now he's at the part of his story where he talks about the office. "...and just a bunch of sh*t to deal with at work; same old," he complained with a sour expression.
"Man, you really are in a bad mood," I exclaimed.
He actually looked surprised. "Why would you say that?"
"You just swore. You never swear," I said. He's so proper and so mellow, his version of being angry is one very calmly expressed, mid-level curse word. If he ever drops the F bomb you should run for cover because he hardly ever gets that mad.
"Oh! That's because I really did have a bunch of sh-t. The plumber was over, a continuation of the same old problem we've been having for a couple days now," he laughed.
Then he continued by telling me the bathroom overflowed so he had to rent a portable potty. They would only accept cash on delivery. They were firm about it. This is never a budgeted expense, so he balked at that news.
"They don't take sh*t from anyone," he complained. "Or wait. They actually take sh*t from just about everybody."
And in related news...
Olivia and her cousin were playing cards. Camryn was teaching Olivia to play Go Fish or something that involves calling out the names of the cards.
We overheard her saying with disappointment, "Aww. I got Jack." Which is really funny because she doesn't realize that's really close to the expression for having nothing - though the tone of voice would be correct for also saying she ain't got jack.