I am so mad I could spit! - not really ... spitting is gross - but, it's a damn good expression!

I worked all week (and it was the week from hell!) and told myself I'd really clean the bathroom (scrape the crevices of the grout with a toothpick, CLR everything, even detach the toilet seat to make sure everything was spotless) Something Ryan and Jerry couldn't fathom when they "pick up".

I'd cook a fabulous dinner (you know about the 6 hours preparing it - or read my last entry) - do laundry - (3 loads in fact) - and then be the "Perfect wife and mother" for a Saturday.

Screw all that.

Mr. Wonderful has to out do me.

he's going to wash the hard wood floors with Pinesol - no less!

He say's " It's named after wood, it has to be good for wood"

I'm married (and have been for 20 some years) to a FREAKING IDIOT!

Please,

I had a stroke - I didn't lose my mind!

"I'll clean the floors tomorrow! PLEASE don't bother!" I beg Him, after he's done the hall.

I'm selling Mr. Wonderful for a quarter.

And any tips on reconditioning hand rubbed walnut floors would be appreciated!