The 2nd Annual Revival of the "Safe" Word
Ok, before you go all red-faced and think that this safe word has something to do with bedroom antics, let me assure you It Does Not! Last year, several weeks prior to the fair, after I had mowed more hours than I care to admit at the fairgrounds, cleaned bathrooms so gross that we can't even talk about it and generally helped out my fair manager husband in any way that I could... I asked him one evening to weed eat at our house before he went to the fairgrounds to work for the fourth night that week. A twenty minute job while I did the mowing (not a twenty minute job) When he replied, "I don't have time." everything around here went on a quick downward spiral and crashed. I swear steam came out of my ears. When I am too mad to yell and rant and rave... I am too mad. He knew. It was the fire in my eyes... the purple face, the shaking hands (or fists), and the... well, anyway, ...