It's the Little Things...

Yay! He's back home and words cannot express my relief. There's nothing quite like homecoming. However, now that he's been back a few weeks it's time to get back to doing those little things we do that annoy the piss out of each other. One such incident the other night he was tired and when he's tired he turns into a sort of horny Frankenstein following me all around and trying to hump me or grope me aggressively. Finally I turned around told him to knock it off and that when he's tired he gets retard aggressive *miming Frankenstein* "Must hump! Huuump!" He got mad and said "I'd never call you a retard. You're mean" Actually he may have called me a bitch for that one. Yeah, I may have deserved that. So to recap he can be irritatingly horny and I can get kind of mean when I'm out to amuse myself. I did feel bad about offending him. I was hoping he might find it as funny as I did. Who would have known he'd get all offended at being called a retard. Geesh. So sensitive.