Rage = House cleaning

Yesterday, rage slowly crept up behind me, then before you knew it Hot Husband was in the doghouse. But I became aware of it later on in the evening. This morning still lingering around my home, I turned it into something positive, house cleaning. Yes, my least favorite chore, now my living room resembles a living room not a locker room. As four letter words slipped from my lips, I decided instead of raging over the accumulation of things I put them away. Viola, a clean house. Thank you rage for visiting boy you were needed, come again and I will put you to good use.

Have a good day because I will. Date night.