Hubby won using secret weapon.

He used the Budget against me. How low can one get?

I got a job.

Its a part time thing until the truck is paid off. If I get the hours I should have the truck paid off by September. So here's where I confess. I decided this morning that I wasn't going to take it, but I would see what they had to say so I could tell Hubby the truth that I went to the interview.

I told the manager that I was upfront, blunt and do not brook any political crap in the work place. I slam it down as soon as it hits. Then I basically said because of the dogs and that two are considered special needs, I have a twenty minute leeway of leaving them by themselves. (Yes Artist, I know I stretched the truth but cut me some slack I was trying to blow an interview.) I said that I would be in the store by six when my shift starts. I also explained my medical situation with my head and a brief synopsis of the family and that they come first. I didn't hide a thing. I'm not sure where exactly it happened in the interview but I start tomorrow night at six.

I went shopping.

I told Hubby I needed slacks and new shoes for the job. I got the cutest pair of heels (Only an 1 1/2 inches) with little tassels. Once I break them in they will be like slippers. Yes this all sounds very shallow but, I figured if Hubby gets his way on this issue then I sure as hell will get something out of it in return. Kind of one of those little digs to make my point. Its like the shoes. That was my pushing it to see how far Hubby will let me go before his guilt is overridden by the budget. That and announcing last night no sex for however long this stint is because I will be too tired. I'm sure that will drive my point home about not working. Am I so going to enjoy this slow torture of Hubby. Every waking moment.

I'm thinking the first paycheck, I'm getting my nails done. Mind you they really get in the way of typing and I am slow at it is. So that one I will have to think about.

I will be doing my utmost to drive the man insane the entire time I am working. I have little things in mind like leaving a really disgusting crusty dish and make him scrub it. That and the Kitty Litter box.

And I hope the man learns to enjoy meatloaf cause I'm going to be cooking it an awful lot just for him. I'll make sure its full of Green Peppers cause he hates those to and tons of "That Red Crap" as Hubby refers to the sauce.

I did agree that when we bought the truck that if need be, I would go to work and help pay for it. I will honour that agreement. I never said anything about not making him suffer while I do it though. Hubby really needs to learn to read the fine print of my statements.

I will be bucking to quit in about July. That will give me at least three months worth of material to use against Hubby.

Its a good thing that man adores me. I'd be really screwed then. Nothing to take advantage of.

And I wonder why our friends sympathize with him. Even Artist at times. But then I sympathize with her Hubby...at times...sort of...But not at much as she sympathizes with my Hubby.

I did explain once to Artist's Hubby that it was my duty as her best friend to drive him nuts. He didn't take me very seriously for some reason. He is very much ex-British Military, stiff upper lip type, with a very wicked dry sense of humour. The type if your too sensitive you could get hurt.

I used to work with him. Some days I would follow behind after one of his quick dry retorts and whisper to the co-worker standing there blinking at his backside, "He's kidding."

Heavy sigh...At least I can quit without reprisals from Hubby. I should really get that in writing shouldn't I. That and the no sex part should definitely be in writing. I think I'll go type it up and I'll point out the fine print to Hubby before he signs in his own blood.