SNARKY

Is that even a word?   SNARKY?   I happen to like the sound of it and it perfectly fits the manner in which I use it . . . . SNIDE,   SMART ASS,   OBNOXIOUS,   SHIT FOR BRAINS.
                                                            S-N-A-R-K-Y !

That, my friends, refers to Husband.  It seems he is feeling better and returning to his old snarky self. I may have to kill him yet!

There really was a lovely hiatus during the cancer treatments when H actually became human.  He was polite, not always in a rush, calm and understanding. Probably because he was drugged most of the time but what ever the reason I LIKED IT !   We would talk like humans and he would even listen.
But with the retreat of the cancer all those nice traits have left the building also. And Husband has returned to being snarky!

Please tell me what difference to the entire world does it make what time I get up in the morning?  Is the world waiting for my input on life threatening issues? Will it matter if I get up at 5AM or 11AM?  I don't think anyone should give a flying F as to what time I choose to join the living. But Snarky does care.  He gets up at his time, goes out to the den and on goes the TV and Fox News. Now whether or not I am among the living that routine is going to happen. If we have a day filled with adventure or a day with absolutely NOTHING to do, the man will be up and in front of the TV. Do I need to be up to serve the lord and master his breakfast?  NO No and no ! There is more food in this house than all of North Korea.  So if I am tired, (and I AM tired!) why the hell can't I sleep without having to endure the next 12 hours filled with SNARK? !  "OH, look who finally decided to get up!",  OH, nice to see you finally get up!, "I thought you were getting up early today!".  And on and on it goes.  I have been counting the Snark today and we are up to a whooping total of 9 smart ass comments from the peanut gallery.  The last comment had me on the verge of a "W T F is wrong with you, you jack ass?" But I have kept my cool and not hit him with any verbal or physical bombs. That is not to say I won't explode before bed time. And H wonders why I let him go to bed ALONE at 9 just to have some peace and quiet to myself.
H was an amusing guy all those years ago when I was dating him.  His wit and sarcasm, (directed at others) was one of the things I liked about him.  He had a quick wit and a sharp tongue but when you have been the recipient of both it gets pretty old pretty quick.  And let me tell you the wit ain't as sharp as it used to be. Even before Chemo Brain the old "quick wit" was dulling rapidly.  Now-a-days it is just plain dull dull dull!

And so Mr. Snark shall remain unspoken to for most of the day until he gets his act together. I think it is getting time for one of our llllloonnnnnngggggggg chats where he stops chatting and just does some listening.  Feel free to send him an email to warn him what's on the horizon for him.  He never reads his emails any way.