I'm glad that you all agree that Aaron has no reason to be mad at me...
Here's what I think happened last night. I think he didn't get the message I left saying I was going to the hospital to see my mom. So, he waited around for me to call. When I didn't call, he went out and was mad that I didn't call. When I finally got home, I called him on his cell phone and he was super-mad at me for not calling earlier when he was waiting around for me to call. When I told him that I called and left a message telling him I was going to the hospital, he said "I know" but I kind of think that he didn't have any idea that there was a message. But he was all wound up and mad at me, so even if he was in the wrong, he was still going to be mad. I can't honestly say that I've never done that to him before...

So, here's what'll happen today: he'll call me and we'll talk like nothing is wrong for a few minutes until I say (in a very nice voice, of course), "Honey, you didn't get my message last night, did you?" He'll admit that he didn't, admit that there was nothing to get mad about, and apologize. Then, I'll warn him again about the blowing up and yelling at me thing, saying "I love you lots, but sweetheart, you really need to stop getting so worked up and yelling at me over nothing" followed by a warning that if he keeps it up, I'm dumping his sorry a**.
Hmmm, my quirks...
1) Have you guys ever seen those glass blocks that people use for bathrooms, etc.? Well, there's a mall here that has those on the second floor on the floor. We're talking that when you're wandering the mall, you can see right through those things to what's below you. I'm scared to death to walk on those things because I just know they're going to break the second I step on them.
2) I also have a foot thing. I take good care of my own feet and love pedicures or foot massages, but I cannot stand other people's feet to touch me.
3) I also cannot eat meat off the bone, unless it's I can't identify as part of an animal (KFC thigh pieces) and even then, if someone will pull the meat off for me, I enjoy it that much more. Basically, if I can clearly envision what I'm eating as a specific part of an animal, I can't do it. For example, drumsticks I can't do because I know what they look like covered in feathers and where they go on a chicken. I'm still sort of uncertain on those thigh pieces (and would prefer if nobody told me so I can continue enjoying them).
4) I won't mix my breakfast foods and get disgusted when other people do. You know when people order their eggs over easy and then they mush that yolk out, wipe their toast in it, slap on a piece bacon and forkful of hashbrowns and then eat it like that? I think that's absolutely awful. I have to eat each one seperately and finish the first before starting the other. Strangely, it's only with things like bacon, eggs, toast, hashbrowns, etc.
So, those are mine...
