The Hubby Called Me Something Very Mean Yesterday and Forgiveness Can Only Be Earned Through Diamonds

He called me...... bossy.

No need to reread.  I'll repeat.  BOSSY.

Iiiii... know.  Couldn't even believe it myself.
If you look up bossy it says domineering, abrasive, overbearing, likes to command others.
So. Not. Me.
All I have to say is I'm not technically bossy, so much as I like to offer advice on the best way to do something and then watch as you practice doing that for me.  My way.  The right way.  Because of course it is.
If that's being "bossy" then I guess you can go ahead to call me that.  But I refuse to agree.
I prefer to see it as me being helpful to all of mankind, one human being at a time.  So basically I'm pretty much a UN Ambassador for Peace and Helpfulness in the World.  I'm like Dr. Phil, but not as bald.  Or covered in man parts. I should organize my own Dr. Sarcasm House with a Dr. Sarcasm Family.  And I'd totally boss them around show them how to communicate better with each other.  Because I'm all about spreading the advice on doing things my way correctly.  See how non-bossy I am?  I'm a total giver.

Now that I really really think about it, he didn't just call me a mean name, he pretty much called me a big, blue blob.  Because that is what Miss Bossy is.

OH Hubby of mine.  You are in so much trouble now.
And, if I'm Miss Bossy, then you're Mr. Mean, which basically says you're a skinny blue, sad and pathetic looking, lonely little wiener.  So there.

What next?  Are you gonna say I "over react" or I'm "melodramatic" or "immature?"  PROVE it.
It's pretty hard to argue with the kind of amazing, concrete and reasonable logic you get with me.