Anissa asked me about the worst fight I've ever had, and the best makeup.
Well, I'm not sure if this is my worst fight (those were probably with my parents when I was a teenager, or in my 30's, or maybe last month) but it was the first fight Rich and I had. And it was pretty memorable. Actually still makes me laugh.
We had our first fight a couple months after we were married. We were living in Rich's two bedroom condo and it was tight. The two of us, four cats and a Bouvier, all the stuff I'd brought with me from my house in Michigan and boxes of wedding presents. And just in case you haven't figured it out already, I'm
So let me set the scene: Me sitting on the couch, probably eating dinner. We didn't have a dining room table (no room, see above) so we ate on the couch. (Now I just eat on the couch because I'm lazy.) And I had a glass of milk.
Rich walks by the couch and stubs his toe. Big time stubs his toe. And he yells.
(BTW, Rich never yells. OK, except for yesterday, but that's another story.)
I don't remember exactly what he said, but I'm sure it had something to do with all my fucking stuff and what a slob I was and on and on along that theme.
And it kind of freaked me out, and pissed me off. And remember that glass of milk? Yeah, I did, I threw it in his face. Then I hightailed it to the bedroom and locked the door.
He slept on the couch that night. I felt like shit in the bedroom.
The next day was a bit tense, but we muddled through. Rich made dinner. He asked me what I wanted to drink. I said milk.
I was once again sitting on the couch and watching TV. Rich handed me the glass of milk. I looked up. And he was wearing his raincoat!
He's pretty funny my man.