The night that I wanted to be Lara Croft

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When I saw this weeks writing prompts on Mama’s Losin It, I crossed off #1 because really it’s Monday and after this past weekends nonsense there really isn’t ten things that I can think of that make me smile at this current moment (yeah I know, my dogs…kids.. blah blah blah…yes I’m grumpy)……plus I’m from California and from what I have been told Californians don’t smile much anyways……so I guess that excuses me from writing about what makes me smile.

Number two: Tell us about a time you wanted to punch someone in the face. Was right up my alley, there have been a couple times that I wanted to hit someone but I’m too much of a scaredy cat lady to raise my fists.

Three and four (What were you blogging about last year at this time? What has changed?
and Share the story behind your current Facebook and/or Twitter profile photo)I have already written about and number five (Bake something yummy and share the recipe!) may work…..but considering that I am struggling with a good case of Mondayitis I think I will write about the time I wanted to become Lara Croft  from Tomb Raider and kick some major ass!!

Three years ago 

Mr.Crazy and I were having one of our heated arguments probably about his lack of direction and that I needed him to be more of a husband than some lazy piece of crap who should spend more time looking for work than lounging around on the couch playing video games…..or maybe he was yelling at me because he hated the fact that I blogged but either way we were arguing.

I at this time was sitting on the bed and he was over by the doorway…..but I said something that set him off and he got in my face quickly….Lily (my furgirl) jumped in my lap, this was her way of protecting me from the the monster that was standing in front of us. He told me to put her down and I refused……he then got very angry and told me that I had to choose “I’ts either Lily or me….I’m tired off her getting all the attention” he was seriously jealous of a little dog……well he didn’t like the answer I gave….and grabbed Lily from my lap, threw her and when she landed on the floor she hit the dresser.

There’s one thing you don’t do……You don’t hurt my children and Lily was my furgirl. I was beyond livid at this point, I pushed him away with my feet because, I was still on the bed and he was standing over me so the only thing that I could do at that point was use my legs……because anyone who knows me knows that my upper body strength just sucks. He tried to block me from getting to her with his body but Lily ran straight towards me.

If I knew I wouldn’t be hauled off to jail for assault and I had the strength and skill of Lara Croft then I would most certainly have kicked some major Mr.Crazy ass that night!!!

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