Sunday Night

I missed a very important text from a friend who was having a minor medical emergency on Sunday night because I was busy paying bills and fighting with Mr. B about where the #$%@! the money went?!? (Remember how giddy I was on payday Wednesday???...By Sunday, the fun was O-ver). Well, you married folks know that it takes some time and effort and skill to convince your spouse that it is ALL his fault that the money is GONE. And Mr B was NOT IN THE MOOD for my tricks. So we rolled up our sleeves and had a good ol' fashioned money fight on a Sunday night-the traditional way to end a good weekend. I mean we even missed our favorite TV shows of the week, we were so serious 'bout it. And now that's gonna throw me off my TV schedule. And y'all know how serious I am bout my shows. BTW the Jersey housewives come on TONIGHT!!! Anyhoo... So of course I had to eventually apologize for being such a crazy b*tch. And laws that takes longer than the fight itself... Mercy! I told Mr B he'd just better hurry and win the lottery and get us an f'n accountant to worry about that nonsense. Ain't money just irritatin'???