Sharp Knives

I am sitting in the office with tax stuff all around me. I wouldn't choose to be here - on a Friday night. But - it is after supper and my hubby is in the kitchen cleaning up. I cooked - he cleaned. Doesn't stop there.... you see Bill doesn't clean. He CLEANS.....so... I am suffering excrutiating pain in my teeth because he is sharpening the knives. Every scrape makes my teeth feel like they are going to fall out - like my nerve endings are being toyed with by a torturist.

I thought about putting on my Ipod...but it is in the car. I thought about putting ear plugs in my ears but they are in the night stand by my bed. Then I thought about going La-La-La-La...but he would stop and come ask me what's the matter probably with the kinve and the sharpener in his hand. I could pull my teeth out - but I am not that brave. So I am writing about it...to relieve.....oh- there he goes. IT's over.

Now I can go to the Living Room. Bye!