If you’re just joining us, check out Parts 1 and 2 from the past two days.

Again, I’m not sharing sordid details, because they are SOR-DID. Suffice it to say that Saturday, July 4th was a Low, Low Point in my Journey Toward Godly Wifehood.

I can’t blame Gabe for a second. It was All Me. Even if he did get a new video camera that is supposed to be for our zoo trip, but he kept recording me at the most awkward and inopportune times. I went from mildly annoyed to pretty stinkin’ annoyed to unleashing the gates of rage and hoopla on him.

On Saturday afternoon, with just 2 of our 48 childless hours remaining, I lost it. Lost. It. I spewed a nasty word (the nastiest one I know), and I don’t do that much. Not ever really. I swept a huge pile of papers off my desk (my entire zoo book manuscript and all kinds of other stuff) and then kicked it all over the floor. I flung a pile of stuff from Gabe’s desk onto the floor for good measure. Then I stormed upstairs and slammed not one, but two, doors. And broke the molding off our bedroom door frame.

Hello, I’m Marla, and I write Christian books about marriage. I can even come speak to your church or group and tell you how you too can be the wife of a happy husband.

H-y-p-o-c-r-i-t-e much?

My beautiful husband forgave me. And we’ve put the past behind us. “That’s what you call unconditional love,” he told me. Yes. Yes it is. We were able to laugh at it over dinner when we picked up our kiddos from Mom and Dad. Dad just grinned and told me that it’s no secret where I get my temper, jerking his thumb at me dear Mama.

Well, I got a ton of lovely qualities from her too, so I won’t complain. Or point fingers of blame.

Here’s the very first video Gabe took of me. A good 20 hours before my Rage Fest. Enjoy! (It’ll be another three years before you see more video footage of me on this blog.)

Marla loves video from Gabe Taviano on Vimeo.

And at the exact time I was writing about The Bus Boys the other day, Dan the Man was writing a comment on my blog, entering to win Jess’s t-shirt. Whaddya know? We’ve e-mailed back and forth a couple times since then. I asked him if he was on Twitter. He mentioned that he saw that I was on Facebook but that he’s “not fond of people over the age of 25 on Facebook.”

Kids these days.

Hopefully we’re having a blast at a bunch of zoos right now! Miss you all!