I'm going to kill my husband.

Is "justified homicide" a real defense?

I've been sick. SICK. Since Friday afternoon. Laid in bed. I feel shitty. Ugh.

He had to go up to Salida for work today. He was all worried that I wouldn't be up to it and he'd take the kids with him. Nice guy. I said I could manage, I just won't be doing much more than what was bottom line necessary.

He left before I woke up at 7am. 2 hours there. 2 hours back. Give him an hour at the work site and something to eat. Noon comes and goes - where IS he? He calls at 1:30pm.

"Hey, I'm just leaving Salida, I'll be home about 3:30!"

"What the hell are you still doing in Salida?!!" (me feeling sorry he got stuck with work on a Sunday)

"Oh, I decided to spend 1/2 day skiing". (there goes ANY feeling of sadness for the guy).

Seriously. Skiing.