The Mail Man is outside

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at most times I feel like my life is a circus and I am the last clown getting out of that little tiny car.

The sweet husband is normally the kindest, most gentle man that any woman could ask for(when he is not practicing for the butthead of the year award). He's one that is not perfect, but definitely perfect for me. That is, unless you wake him up from a nap, then all bets on that sweet husband part are definitely off.

Today, he dozes off during one of the many football games he will eventually watch this weekend, I am checking some trading systems on the computer and just about deciding that I might as well take a nap also.

Sheryl's door flies open, she runs down the hall screaming, it's the mailman, move out of the way.

I come damn near tripping myself trying to jump off the couch, the sweet husband falls halfway out of his chair trying to get up, he has both hands down on the floor, and his butt and legs still in the chair. I am trying to help him get up, thinking, this better be good or he's going to snap for sure.

She strolls back in the house, goes into the kitchen, comes out with a soda, and heads down the hall to her room. The sweet husband says what in the hell was all that screaming about.

Sheryl replies the mailman was outside.

He looks at me, he looks at her, and says, what the hell were you screaming about, was he killing a cat, or did he show up naked, why were you screaming?

She says, first you tell me to speak up because you can't hear, then you tell me I'm screaming, I just can't win with you.

I am sitting there, still shaking, and thinking to myself, maybe I can get 911 here before he does any real damage.

He looks at me, and says, she wanted to make sure we knew the mailman was outside. Then this huge laugh starts, like it came from his toes, he is laughing so hard that I know the neighbors could hear him, and he tells me you need to reorder her medicine, this is getting lots worse. I said, ok, I'll reorder it, but you know she won't take it. He said, hell no she won't take it, but you need to reorder it, you and I are going to have to start taking it.

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