Friday, April 23, 2004
When I got home last night, my boy was in a funny mood. He gets that way sometimes. He has this scary, stern look on his face and a manner which seems to say that he'll squash you if you get in his way. It wasn't anything I'd done, apparently he'd been mightily pissed off at work yesterday and was trying to decide between being a 'manager' and being a scary bastard. What makes it all the more effective is that he can be so marshmallow-like sometimes.