And that's when I realize that I've just gotten bossy.
Ask a bossy person. "Do you like being bossy?"
Most will tell you..."Heck, no! I couldn't tell you when it happened, it just did."
A person is not born to be a bossy person. Bossy people are made. And it's your own fault if there's a person in your life that's bossing you around.
That just means that you're a slacker. ("Naaa"...my tounge sticking out at you.)
Yep...it's your fault that I've turned into such a nag.
And in order to get anything done around here, somebody's going to have to get bossy.
Tempers start to flare.
Who wants to fight? Not me? Not you?
Let me share with you a tip...Things starting to build? Flame throwers about to come out?
In order to diffuse the resentment and avoid a full out arguement, SM and I fall back on a simple technique.
Just the other day we were coming back from the store and I "reminded" him of something. Like I've reminded him, countless time before.
SM - "I know." (exasperated tone) "You've told me eighteen million times already."
Tami - "Yeah and it's still not done!"
** The infamous STINK EYES are exchanged**
SM - "Don't boss me! This is why you're going to hell"
Tami - "I am not going to hell and if you think I'm going to hell, you should care that I'm going to hell even though I am not."
SM - "You stole my Jesus fish, didn't you?"
Tami - "Yeah, that's right!"
I stick my hands on top of my head, my index fingers raised as "horns" and growl at SM...wagging my tongue at him...impersonating the devil.
(We laugh hystericaly. Arguement diffused. All courtsey of Seinfeld.)
My marriage is full of Seinfeld-isms.
Doing something you don't want to do? "But I don't wanna be a pirate!"
Pissed off at the world? "Serenity Now!"
Feeling the need to be selfish? "It's the summer of George!"
What quirky things do you have going on in your marriage? **Notice I said quirky not kinky.** There's somethings I don't really want to know. (grin)