Vrai, Oh we argue and bicker A LOT! The one that horrified my kids was a little different, I'd landed a direct hit on Steve's head with a salt shaker. It was one of those things where I threw it wanting to hit him upside the head with it, but knowing that I can't throw straight to save my life, so there was no way it was actually going to hit, but it hit it's intended target. Left a massive goose egg right above his eye.
We all stopped and looked on in horror! I had that horrible feeling, like when you're a kid and you know you've just done something unforgivable, (like busting up your mom's antique china or something) and you just know you are in for it, and there is no escape. That's exactly what it was like, and I think my kids were thinking... "Oh no, mom's dead". I did the wise thing and gathered up the kids and went to bed (sleeping with one eye open, for fear of retaliation).
It's funny to talk about now, but when it happened it wasn't. I've still got family pulling me aside at family get togethers asking "So what's the story with you giving Steve a black eye". Word has traveled from Coast to Coast. I don't think I'll ever live it down. My grandkids will probably be asking me about it!