Challenge accepted.

My husband thinks the only reason I call him every time; is to yell at him.

I am really calling him to ask him something; because he's normally the last person to touch something that I need.

He is always getting defensive with me.

Truly, deep-down I was call him to ask him where he last saw the object I am looking for.

Normally, its something urgent.

Like tonight when the baby decided to "free" his goldfish crackers in the fish tank.

I'm still hoping beyond all hope they will pull out of this one.
Hell, they survived the "cooking oil incident." Yes, we has our on little BP tragedy; except it was Wesson, but no less a pain the ass to clean up.

Back to the one of the other two "adult" males on my life.

He immediately raises his voice, and starts to yell at me. All I am asking him is did you remember where you put (blank); Because, he was last to touch it.

It's always "No. Chris, I have not seen it; touch it; or even has it in my possession."

Now, I'm not asking him of he cheating on me, hiding money, or spanking off to porn. I'm just asking him for a stupid piece of plastic to "vacuum" out the fish tank. That phone call had no need to deserve a screaming match.

I reserve them for the bigger arguments.

The whole ordeal had me asking the teen to watch the sick baby, so I can run to Walmart in my house coat to go on a fishy life saving mission.

When I got back the phone rings agains.

It's my husband on the other end of the phone.

This time all I said was "hello."

Right off the bat, he screaming.

He won't let me get a word in.

The argument had BEEN over.

So I finally told him to shut up. It's been four years of this crap. Him screaming at me will not happen anymore. I told him I was done trying to speak to him like an adult.

Nanny, nanny, boo-boo stick your head in doo-doo.

I'm not speaking to you anymore.

Challenge accepted.

Let see how long I can go without saying a word or until he cracks an apologizes.

Phone is ringing again.

Let the game begin.