A Fig Emergency...*

A couple days ago I blogged about the big, fat fight Billy and I got into on New Years Eve in Chattanooga.

The big, fat fight that enjoyed (is enjoying?) quite a lengthy stay at our house.

Here's the link if you'd like to see what an imperfect marriage looks like.

Fighting when the kids are with babysitters is so frustrating. 

Why? Because it's the perfect time to be warm and fuzzy and smoochy and yet you can't be because you're so dang mad. 

Wanna see what warm and fuzzy looks like?

Here is an example:

A note I wrote him the morning after he first told me he loved me.

I found it last night while I putting away Christmas decorations.

It reads:

"Darling, Last night was magical. Complete with soft moonlight, a gentle breeze, stars and you. Let's never stop going there. You are the best thing that God ever added to my life. I love you, Paula"

Alright, even I'm a little grossed out by how cheesy that was. 

And that gentle breeze? It was freaking freezing that night! 

Oh well...

I've already blogged about our experience at Toomer's Corner that night. 

Wanna see what warm and fuzzy doesn't look like:

See this picture?

I took it in the beginning of our fight. I saw the sign that said "Emergency Exit" and thought it was odd because it was the only exit the Hampton Inn parking garage had. Clearly there was no emergency. I thought it would be funny to show us using the emergency exit when there was no emergency.

In retrospect, it doesn't sound that funny. Give me a break, here. It's a daily blog, not an always funny daily blog. 

So, I knew I wanted to try to take a funny picture so I grumpily asked him to:

"Act like your in an emergency."

That's his version of how he would act in an emergency. 

Weak.

Is that the best you got Claunch?

Poor Billy. 

He wasn't in the mood to play.

Neither was I.

Being married to a blogger isn't all that fun sometimes.

As far as the fight goes you'll be happy to know that I voluntarily laughed at something he said last night. 

There.

Are you happy now?

I mean...

Don't expect any love letters that mention gentle breezes yet but I'm working on it. 

Sort of. 

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What does this have to do with figs? 

Well, I tried to make the title "What an Emergency Looks Like in a Fight." But the title was too long and it kept shortening it to: "What an Emergency Looks Like in a Fig."

I don't know what a fig emergency would look like but I think it's going to be funny to see people enter 'fig emergency' into google and get led here.