Vacation

Head Thing decides to start bitching last night as soon as we get into bed that I am "encroaching on his territory."  I argue that I am on my half of the bed.  He then decides to make this a game of monopoly and who owns which property, "you're still only bringing home bacon bits. that means you get one third of the bed.  when you bring me home a bacon strip you can have half." 

Oh the remarks that were swarming through my head, "gee dear, since it is 'that time of the month' and i have a legitimate reason to be a bitch, how about I don't give a fuck.  you don't like it go sleep your ass on the couch.  Or better yet, keep it up and you'll find yourself winning a three month, all inclusive vacation to...NO SEX LAND.  For 90 days and 90 nights you can enjoy life without kissing, foreplay, or sex.  Anything that might turn you on you get to now take care of by yourself.  On this vacation, you don't need to worry, I have Bob left to take care of me.  I know you will miss me, and I'm sure I might miss you, but worry not, when I get to sleep on my bed again without you measuring how many centimeters into your space I am we may continue marital relations...until then, enjoy your vacation."

But instead of saying any of these worthwhile remarks I chose to tell him to "shut the fuck up", then purposely backed up into "his" territory, smiled, then fell asleep.

Ehhh, can you tell I'm just not in the mood to deal with BS?  I'd like to thank PMS for making me the bitch I am today.