Another long day at work done. WOO HOO.
As you can tell, after a long day at work…my genius brain is practically all used up. So in order to keep the spark alive, I try and woo Hubby, but alas it doesn’t work.
Me: Wanna smell my feet?
Hubby: No. Not really.
Me: The shoes I wore today really make them smell. In fact (as I lift my feet to my nose and grimace) they REALLY smell. Smell them!
Me: Don’t you love me? It is part of your job, as a HUBBY, to do things that your wifey says, even if you don’t like them.
Hubby: No it isn’t.
Me: Yea it is! It is in the I-got-married-and-now-what rulebook. It defines the rules that Husbands have to perform in order to keep their cute wifeys!
Hubby: What about the rulebook for wifeys?
Me: There isn’t one. Wifey’s are perfect JUST.THE.WAY.THEY.ARE.
UPDATE: I succeeded in shoving my feet in Hubby’s face. He looked like he might vomit.
Hubby: Those feet smell HORRIBLE. GEEZ
Me: I even febreezed them!
Hubby: You febreezed your feet?
Hubby: Are you sure you didn’t miss?
Ain’t love grand?