From Venting to Viggo

I saw Viggo last night.Yeah.He dropped by in the ether.I wasn’t expecting him.But that’s usually how it is isn't it?  He looked rather nice.He had on a suit and seemed happy.He told me he had four movies coming out.  I told him I knew.As we talked, he was signing some pictures of himself to give to me.I found this rather touching.He’d never really given me anything before.
As he was autographing the photos I told him “you know I got engaged” …
His reaction?  Minute.  Inconsequential, but not without my noticing the slightest of pauses .... and then back to signing the pictures and talking.We bantered back and forth, not really saying anything at all.It seemed we were both in a good place, though I did notice the tiniest trace of sadness in his eyes.  I remained happy and upbeat as we spent a little more time together.  And then it was over.  And I woke up.










So a while back I read an article written by a woman (Andrea Miller) who believes that women should always acquiesce to their husbands and be HAPPY to be subordinate to them because, after all ….


It Is Your Job To Make Your Man Happy (Comments in red are mine.)
For those of you who don't know me, this will not be pretty.


By Andrea Miller (photo below) Why do so many of us buy into the myth that marriage is supposed to make us happy?           I’m glad to see how marriage has evolved.  It used to be much more transactional — happening principally to foster economic benefits or social standings or to produce children — but nowadays people typically choose to commit themselves legally to each other for far more noble goals. More and more people marry with the intention of experiencing lasting love and companionship.            Unfortunately, too many women I know get married and somehow, perhaps unconsciously, expect their husbands to make them happy. When things get hard — and they always…

It was intense, dangerous and deep ... but for right now I have to gather my thoughts.  Calm the hell down.  Reflect.  Ponder and conclude.  Will be back shortly.

So, last night Dan and I went to one of our favorite eateries .... "Off the Hook Tacos" and believe me, the food there is definitely OFF THE HOOK!  BUT, while we were enjoying our appetizers and waiting for our main course there was a lady behind me talking and face timing her kid who was probably 5 years old hence the high pitched baby talk voice LOUD enough to disturb the entire freaking restaurant.  

And I wasn't just being my usual typical impatient bitchness.  I know EVERYTHING bugs the shit outta me ... if someone is breathing too loud I get pissed off.  But this broad was disturbing Danny and NOTHING disturbs Danny.  So I KNEW that I wasn't just being an impatient bitch.  This is what we had to endure for THIRTY-FIVE FUCKING MINUTES ...


HI mama!  
What are you doing?!
Happy Birthday!
You know what?  I'm going to go to your school tomorrow and bringing cupcakes!
Yes cupcakes!
Cupcakes yes!
Yes Cupcakes!
Unicorn Cupcakes!
Yes!
And tonight you and I will make unicorn cu…