This week's topic is "foul."
“Why are you in such a foul mood?” she asked him. He had been harping on her for the better part of three days, mostly about the way she spent money. He admonished her about giving money to the secretary of the Bible Institute to help her daughter-in-law. Could he really be so crass and heartless not to want to help? He berated her about buying a magazine from a door-to-door salesman, and even had the nerve to send her three articles he’d found in a Google search about door-to-door sales. He’d said some ugly things, made her feel stupid. He was determined to make a point, but it was overkill. He told her and the kids to be quiet when they were doing homework, then he proceeded to slam cabinets and doors, and turn the TV up too loud.
She questioned him again, “Why are you in such a foul mood?”
“I’m just irritable,” he responded.
Two long days later, he approached her and apologized. He’d figured out what made him so irritable: His Birthday (The Big 46). He said it happened every year, so he made a note on his calendar for next year not to be so moody. “Awww, honey,” she said as she hugged him.
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“Why are you in such a foul mood?” she asked him. He had been harping on her for the better part of three days, mostly about the way she spent money. He admonished her about giving money to the secretary of the Bible Institute to help her daughter-in-law. Could he really be so crass and heartless not to want to help? He berated her about buying a magazine from a door-to-door salesman, and even had the nerve to send her three articles he’d found in a Google search about door-to-door sales. He’d said some ugly things, made her feel stupid. He was determined to make a point, but it was overkill. He told her and the kids to be quiet when they were doing homework, then he proceeded to slam cabinets and doors, and turn the TV up too loud.
She questioned him again, “Why are you in such a foul mood?”
“I’m just irritable,” he responded.
Two long days later, he approached her and apologized. He’d figured out what made him so irritable: His Birthday (The Big 46). He said it happened every year, so he made a note on his calendar for next year not to be so moody. “Awww, honey,” she said as she hugged him.
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GREAT post! i love it!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine his foul mood. I too feel the same way nearer my birthday.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. It's hard to get older.
ReplyDeletethe best way to get through a birthday (I have had 55 of them) is to get up early, shower, put on your favorite clothes, put on your favorite music, and drink a shot of Jack Daniels every 10 minutes until you pass out. It doesn't stop the foul mood but it postpones it.
ReplyDeletewonderful post! all grouchy about his birthday!!
ReplyDeletei think i am the only person(that i know of) that loves getting another year older. probably the result of ingesting too much ivory soap from the mouth washings. :)
happy birthday!!
Amusing post. Everyone is entitled to be grumpy on their birthday. I'm going to try Myrtle Beach Whale's suggestion on my 40th!
ReplyDeleteThis is too funny! Strangely, I just read an article about most people becoming (temporarily) depressed right close to the mid-forties birthday. Poor guy.
ReplyDeleteHmm... Can you ask him what my guy's occasional foul moods may be all about (since his birthday isn't anytime soon)?
ReplyDeleteHugs!
He is well over the worst! The low point of your life is officially 44. Life is like a valley with your happiest times during childhood and old age. That's what they say. I reacon it's a load of rubbish myself!
ReplyDeleteI will be the 50 in august so I am warning everyone now because I know its going to be a doooseyyy
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on the theme. Hubby is already moaning over the 40th birthday he will have in April.
ReplyDeletegrouchy and birhtdays sometimesgo hand in hand!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing - I will have to do Sunday Scribblings!
If you have a sec- click through to my blog - in honour of my 100th post I am asking blog friends to ask me questions and I will do my best to answer them!
I'm coming up to my 53rd. After a time, you get philosophical - better known as drunk :-)
ReplyDeletegreat 'foul' post Dianne! He should send himself an E-hallmark card to arrive next year right before the 47th b.d. - to remind himself to be a good boy!! :))
ReplyDeleteI heard they said ' life begin at forty'
ReplyDeleteBegin to what then, so that it's so depressing?
I think I'll prepare myself for that.
you are a forgiving woman... three days, geez...
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