There is Always a Good Time to Keep Your Mouth Shut

We are getting ready to leave to go somewhere. I have just finished getting myself showered and dressed, coifed, and putting on makeup. Nice makeup, with very pretty eyeliner and a nice red shade of lipstick. I am downstairs with Zane, trying to get his shoes on amid his protests. Larry comes downstairs.

"Well, I guess as soon as you put your makeup on, we can go," he says.

My mouth fell open.

I looked at Larry like he was an idiot. Which, at that point in the conversation, he was. At the very least.

"Could you hurry up? We need to leave," he told me.

So I punched him right in the face. Not really. But could anyone blame me if I had?