I live in a house full of people who thrive on irritating each other. Hubby irritates Kamalani, Kamalani irritates Meg and Meg irritates me. Do I irritate anyone? Of course not, I get even.

Lastnight is a sample of the vicious irritation cycle coming full circle:

Kamalani was watching a DVD, or rather not watching a DVD but had the menu music playing endlessly on the television. Hubby was sitting at the computer with his back turned to her. He got tired of hearing the song play over and over so ….

Hubby: What is somebody doing?
Kamalani: just ignores him
Hubby: Um helllllo .. what is somebody doing?
Kamalani: continues ignorings him
Hubby: Hellllooooo, I said what is somebody doing?
Kamalani: sighs then replies Do you know what I’m going to say?
Hubby: No, what are you going to say?
Kamalani: I’m going to say, nunya.
Me: cracking up silently in the kitchen
Hubby: Why did you say that to me?
Kamalani: I said it because that’s what you always say to me.

Sucks to be hubby! That’s his payback for irritating her all the time, she turned the tables on him.