Something in the Air...

I don't know what it is today. This morning when Adam and I nearly tore eachother's throats out over the two lines "We need to clean this place" and "First we have to be home long enough," I thought it was just us. He gets pissy and I hand it back to him, or vice versa.

But when we got to Phil & Madonna's, they were doing the same sort of thing, trading fuck-you's and snarling. It was a real eye-blinker (also strangely comforting, though--Yay, humans!! Feel kindof odd admitting that, but... ~shrug~).

Anybody know what sign the moon's in? Or Mars?

Anyway, we got the boys sent off to work, and went to Lawrenceburg to get our SScards changed into our married names. That was nifty. Found two tattoo shops, an all-night diner, and a bank that's open on Saturdays. I'm thrilled. ~grin~ In a few hours, I'm going to run her out to her new gig and then up to the nearest Hot Topic in search of 16g captive-bead balls.

Life is odd, but good. My encouragement is that Adam's fighting off the cosmic hate-mail pretty well after this morning. We're going to call the pack this evening.

~nods, nosebeeps readers, and flits off to surf some more~