Dear Mr Crabby Pants (AKA Hubby),
I am not saying sorry. You are being a crabby, old grouch today. I have nothing to apologize for. YOU are the one that is being short tempered and PMSY. Not me. (I am not even on the rag. Anymore.) Until you can behave yourself and be nice, I will just stay out of your way. Maybe you should take a nap or sit in the corner by yourself til you can be nice! So, eat my shorts.
P.S. Despite your ill mannered behavior, I am still more than happy to get rid of you drive you to the airport.
Your loving, cutest, and nicest wife you will EVER have who IS NOT saying sorry.