Rolling around on the floor in agony

TIP OF THE DAY "Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win." -Jonathan Kozol

Well, hubby went and made the decision for me. He actually slapped my truck up for sale. With the announcement "Well, I'M going to sell it, since YOU won't." He was quite,well, he sounded quite HAPPY about it. He even had the balls to ask me to HELP him post a picture of it. Needless to say, I was VERY pissed. SO pissed, that I did not even yell, rant, or throw things. I was SILENTLY pissed, thinking very dark thoughts indeed. I am still silently ranting and raving like a madwoman. Why did I give away my dart board? I know it is only a 'thing', a replaceable object. But it's that whole 'lack of control' thing that bothers me. I have no super powers, but I do have the power over my possessions, and when someone takes away what minute power I have, it bothers me. Especially when it comes to my collection. I get 'funny' about 3 things ( possessions). 1) my treasures- family heirlooms,photos,letters, etc. 2)my books and 3) my vehicles. I know, I know, again, all mere THINGS. Replaceable. So, I will choose my battles, and this one I will let go. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. I already have some plans for the 55 panel, involving the interior and the grille. Although, I have a suspicion that he subconsciously does not intend to fulfill his end of the bargain. If that happens, Mama's gonna get a brand new bag. (Hint: It involves the Mustang. He's not "in" to the muscle cars anymore. Off to plot. Bwa ha ha ha ha!)