Mom: i was so mad @ dad cause he had a swearing meltdown in the car; he dropped me off @ pig to get a few things & he went to get coffee.  when i was done (it was slow cause they had no cashier so the checker didn’t know what she was doing, but I was patient) and got in the car he had a fit, his coffee was cold, if he knew i was going to buy more than one thing he’d have made me go alone.  SO I got home and wrote “you suck” in lipstick on the bathroom mirror AND on his tribune daily crossword…it was usuck across and crabass down…it worked quite well…i’m not going to take that verbal abuse so i have ways of making myself feel better:  leave notes and clean and make lots of noise while he’s reading the paper.  Sometimes it’s so much fun being married