I Called Him a Cutie on the Internet…

…because of his bad behaviour.

Did I forget to mention I am in Oregon this week? I’m in Oregon. Actually, our trip is almost over—it was just a short run down to Oregon to pick up trailers as part of Poor Kyle’s job. We left Monday at 4:30 a.m. and we’ll be back tomorrow night. This time, though, Poor Kyle’s parents wanted to come along (to get out of the winter, I presume [or else just to make sure Poor Kyle’s doing his job correctly?]). I was looking forward to having extra company.

I’ve often heard it said that a road trip has the potential to make or break a relationship. Many times in my family (at least when I was growing up), road trips were sources of great strife. Please don’t misunderstand me: I was blessed with parents who saw the value of giving their kids experiences, and we took family vacations at least once a year, if not more. I knew I loved to travel, and I enjoyed every bit of our trips…but, in a time before GPSs, cell phones, and On-Star, just trust me when I say: road trips were often a great source of strife.

But I digress. So readily did I believe the adage of road trips making or breaking relationships, that before I could ever consider marrying Poor Kyle, I insisted on taking at least one road trip with him [though when all was said and done, we took more like 10 before we were married]. Poor Kyle pulled out all the stops on these road trips, and I was fully impressed—he passed the test, and here we are married.

And let me just say that if Poor Kyle had, on any of those 10 trips, acted like he has this go-around, we would have never progressed past dinner and a movie. Never. Perhaps extended-length road trips with Poor Kyle and Camille and his parents are just too much to handle. Maybe he likes his peace and quiet. Or maybe, being the youngest child, road trips with his parents cause him to regress back to his inner three year-old. I don’t know. But whatever the reason for his bad behaviour, this toothless cutie…

…suddenly turned into the grouchiest mean old thing I’ve ever known. And I’m pretty sure it’s uncalled for.

He’d better be thankful he waited until after the wedding to let it all hang out like this…

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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13 Responses to I Called Him a Cutie on the Internet…

  1. A Letter To Kayleen says:

    and…..the honeymoon has officially ended.

    welcome home, camille. welcome home.

  2. Anonymous says:

    holy crow! man, that guy looks a whole lot different than the guy i’ve seen in other pictures… but hey, as long as you love him, right :)

  3. Anonymous says:

    Poor Kyle? Poor Camille. Poor, poor Camille.

  4. Anonymous says:


    Oh dear. What happened? You can’t just rant and rant about his despicable behavior and then not explain yourself. Do tell…

    P.S. Love the song! How do I download these songs from your blog onto my i-pod?

  5. Anonymous says:

    In the future you may want to keep your marital discords off of cyberspace. This “venting” techinque could be very damaging and permananty hurtful to you and P.K. It comes across to the WHOLE DAMN WORLD that you are having second thoughts about being married. If this isn’t the case then, perhaps you should follow my advise to keep your problems with P.K. to yourself or your hand written diary.

  6. lindser-lou says:

    try feeding him. Whenever Jared gets grumpy, i just feed him. That usually helps…food calms down even the crankiest husband.

    and what is all this “the honeymoon has ended” talk? When did it even begin?!?!? WE are SHE-RA MAN HATERS for goodness sake!!!


  7. Anonymous says:

    To the previous anonymous comment: You shut the Hell up! It’s obvious Camille is joking. And if you can’t understand that, then you are an inept, incompetent, ignoramus. Perhaps you should keep your advice to yourself, you damn idiot. Oh, and if you’re going to leave a rude comment to the “WHOLE DAMN WORLD”, you should at least have your grammar and spelling correct. Idiot.

    Quit messing with my sister.

    Adell Atwood

  8. Anonymous says:

    OH ADELLE! I LOVE YOU!!! I was seriously considering adressing that rude anonymous commenter! But now I don’t have to, thanks. I love when big sisters stick up for the young-ins. Emily’s really good at that!

  9. Anonymous says:

    ya adell! haha

  10. Anonymous says:

    Camille guess what!!!! I am going to become international like you!! This summer I’m going to France for 3 weeks!!!!!!!

  11. Anonymous says:

    camille, i really think you’d like this song by laura izibor called “shine”. it seems like your style, and i thought of you after hearing it because of your “farce” entry

  12. Anonymous says:

    grow up…what does that mean..grow old..act differently…live through your god given grace of a hopefully long life with love abounding, a hope for everything hopeful, this place..may pass onto something else. may we grace ourselves with forgiveness.

  13. Anonymous says:

    adell, take the red pill. btw, “Idiot”.,is not a sentence. and there’s more than one anonymous with heated opinions. and insult is easily ignored, ramus.

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