Feeling feisty

Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
William Congreve, in The mourning bride, 1697

The sentiment of this quote is far too strong in relation to my life but it illustrates a point well enough.

There comes a time when you say enough is enough to being a smiling, simpering idiot.

I was poised to give a certain someone a piece of my mind this evening.
I guess it came across in even the way I walked. He certainly cleverly sidestepped getting a total tongue lashing but not before he understood he most definitely wasn't in charge of me. He received a very pointed look as I left and I felt quite satisfied he'd got the idea.