H is For Hammer
Years ago my friend Darla told us about reading in the paper of an elderly woman who had murdered her husband with a hammer. When the police arrived at the home she was sitting on the porch waiting for them. When asked why, she responded, "For all the little things."
That phrase has become a code for the spouse and me. We've been known to mumble "For all the little things," to each other when faced with frustration. It's a way of letting the other know that we've reached a limit. Through the years we've developed variations like, "Where's the hammer" or signaling with a hammering motion. This year we will celebrate our 42nd anniversary, but I tell you, there are still some days that I'm looking for the hammer!