Annoyed

So, here's the deal. She's my woman. If I want to be an ass to her, I can; if you want to be an ass to her, I think you should die. Horribly and violently and slowly. How's that for hypocrisy? I don't care. Here's my deal: I don't get to either, but she tolerates it because she's chosen to be with me. You don't get to and she doesn't have to tolerate it because she's better than you. Still she tolerates it because in spite of her denials, she is a lady. Usually.

Sometimes she's a foul-mouthed, hot-headed termagant, but that's not your concern.

Now I'm off to deal with an angry woman and installing wall heaters. Back soon with more rantiness.