Are boys really worth it?

I tell you, these last few days have been some of the most stressful of my personal life thus far. Last night culminated with me yelling, "I don't even like you anymore and I don't want to be with you!" at Chuck through my tears. This isn't necessarily a rare occurence in our home, but it's an extremely rare occurence when we're both sober.

The hardest part about these recent shouting matches is that they aren't even Chuck's fault. My "friendship" with his sister came to a screeching halt when she couldn't resist making hurtful comments about me behind my back YET AGAIN this past weekend. I finally had enough so I let her have it. Then I let him have it for defending her to me. Note to men: if you're going to take sides in one of your girlfriend's cat fights, you damn well better be taking her side. Otherwise, just stay out of it. In his defense though, he did attack her a little for attacking me. I think he just wants us to get along, which I understand, so he's defending us both to each other. I have trouble keeping my mouth shut and keeping the peace when someone goes too far though. Red thinks I'm passive aggressive, heavy on the aggressive, and I'm inclined to agree with her.

Then there's the chaise lounge. You don't even want to get me started on that.

Oh, and Chuck just told me that he thinks he's very sick and is going to die of an aneurysm. He doesn't want to go to the doctor though.

To cap off our manic depressive week of intermittent crying and giggling, we're going to look at seven houses tomorrow. There are so many things about house hunting right now that terrify me. Part of me hopes we don't find anything we like, but gosh darn it, I already love the house by Hooters. I just want a beautiful kitchen! And a yard! And a dog! Is that too much to ask?