I have learned to realize when I am feeling that way and try to not turn into a raging she-devil to everyone. Especially clueless husband and innocent children.

Husband called before I left work and asked if steak was ok for supper and I said, "Of course," of course. And told him to go ahead and put the pototoes on so they would get done.

I got home and he was just getting back from going to the grocery store. He hadn't put on the potatoes like I told him to, so I put them on and got on my eliptical. He started the grill and marinated the steaks and also made a salad.

About thirty minutes later he came in the room where I was and said, "The potatoes aren't going to get done at the same time as the meat."

I felt that acid taste in my mouth I get when I want to get really mad. But I shoved it back down. After all, he had fixed a nice steak dinner. I figured I'd rather enjoy steak and salad than ruin the whole dinner by hollering about the potatoes not getting done.

I thought this was progress toward controlling my monthly rage.

During dinner, clueless husband asked, "How's your steak?"

"Yum," I replied, munching steak and salad and thinking I didn't really need the baked potato after all.

"Too bad about the potatoes," he said. "They would have gotten done if you hadn't bought such damn big ones."

Now I not only felt the acid taste in my mouth but the throbbing in my head that means something is about to explode.

"The potatoes would have gotten done, honey," I said with eerie calm. "IF you had put them on when I TOLD YOU TOO, DUMASS!"

Moral of the story:

Women bitch because they know they better go ahead and do it before he does.

THE END.