WEll, I am back in the house now and mrs. Cobalt is asleep. I have hidden all my knives and guns. She's good with pencils and pens though, so I may have to hide all of those. She forced herself on me last night. Unbeknownst to me she had had purchased a battlerat and as I lay in bed wide awake i felt this very sharp object and then a raspy voice that said, "you're gonna do as i say, or you'll be immitatin richard gere in the hospital." She had the smell of margaritas and fuzzy navels on her breath along with a distinct hint of a Cohiba. I said, have you been drinking and smoking? and she answered, "yah, punk, me and the girls had a good time and you need to buy more cigars as I finished them all last night." Her eyes were red, like a wild boar in a rage and that battlerat was dripping ice chunks from mixing margaritas. I said, "hey look at that Badger Attack on the shelf." and she let out a grunt and turned to look, as I took the opportunity to bolt like a sprinter. As I ran I heard a lood curdling scream reminiscent of a Banshee and felt the wind as the BR passed me and stuck in the doorsill. She missed, but she was enraged and in full charge mode, so I dared not slow down and collect another knife at this time. I headed down the stairs and out the door. I can still hear the voice of that enraged boar.
I am in now and have hidden all the stuff that matters. Maybe she has calmed down by now.