Bitch

Alternative post title: How to rack up a million demerits...

Good morning, its currently 32 degrees outside with some wind blowing (winter hasn't even officially started and mouse already wants it over).  

So, mouse is in the car driving and listening music when she got behind someone...while its not word for word what mouse said, it's close. The problem was Daddy was beside her. He looked amused, shocked and not sure what all else. But his little black book came out and he was busy writing away with his pen.

Very briefly mouse considered how satisfying it would feel to snatch the pen from his hand and toss it out the window. Daddy must have read her expression because he tucked the pen into his pocket. The next car who cut mouse off, Daddy placed his hand on mouse's shoulder as if to say, "Don't think about it." 

The reason he was in the car was he'd dropped his car for service at the mechanic, and needed a lift to work.  At first it was nice the idea of driving him to work, except that he hates the way mouse drives.  Alright, that's not fair.  He thinks mouse is a good driver, he just feels more comfortable driving himself and it doesn't matter if he's in a cab or riding with a friend or mouse...We could just say it's his way.  

So, mouse's outburst on the freeway wasn't completely unexpected for him and yes mouse swears like a sailor when she's driving at times.  He's tried ways to get mouse more zen about driving, classical music on the radio but it doesn't matter. In front of building as he was getting out he told mouse we'd discuss it later and she hates that.  

He sent a text later in the morning saying his day was light, so if mouse could manage it, we could meet for lunch and then pick up his car, so mouse rearranged the errands and met him for lunch.  When mouse saw him, he had her scoot over so he could drive.  We drove to the restaurant and he didn't say much, just that work for him was finished for the day.  

Lunch was nice, but he didn't mention the morning incident and mouse thought briefly she was in the clear.  Silly mouse.  

We ran a few errands in the city -- since it's not often mouse goes there and then went to collect his car and she followed him home. Everything seemed very normal until after dinner.  Then he punished mouse.  Still it was good that he did it, because she still has all day today and most of tomorrow before he closes the books on her week and she'll be punished again.