Scorpiosis

I awoke yesterday morning aware of the knowledge that Mr. P. had contracted a very contagious case of "Scorpiosis."  Mr. P awoke to a very angry wife and a nasty punch in the shoulder.

Now don't go and google scorpiosis because you won't find it.  It's a rare disease spread by cats that have been deceased for at least seven years or by walking on British carpets in England.  Or at least that's what Mr. P would have me believe:-)  It presents itself as a nasty pinkish rash all over the torso.  There is no cure. 

Now when I explained to Mr. P. why I had assaulted him in his sleep, he just rolled his eyes and put it out of his head.  He knows that there is nothing he can do to deplete my anger and that it just has to run it's course through the day until it sinks in that it was only a dream and that scorpiosis is nothing more than a figment of my over active night time imagination. 

Well, it's now the next day and my anger has faded.  We can laugh about it now.  Unfortunately though, I haven't had time to work through my feelings towards my second childs vampire teacher that keeps sucking the graphite sticks out of her mechanical pencils.  And I'm still annoyed that Scott Baio popped over for a visit last night.  I wasn't fond of him when he was famous and am even less so now.