It's amazing how I can always find the perfect google pic!
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?
Rae and I were talking tonight and I realized just how similar we are. It’s a little scary.
Rae: Yea, I had to drop the boy back at home last weekend cause he was crowding me….and I hate being crowded and I was sick of sharing my bed.
Me: I know EXACTLY what you mean. Hubby crowds me all the time. He is so needy and totally invades my personal bubble.
Rae: I know, right. They are such women! So needy like. Wanting to cuddle and crap.
Me: I know, what is with that? I came home today and Hubby was attached to my hip. I wanted to send him to his mother in Texas. Just so I could have a break.
So, once and for all. You must answer the question, truthfully, so I can finally PROVE to Hubby what I know is already true. I think secretly he knows the truth, but just doesn’t want to admit to it. I need this data to prove to him, statistically, logically and non-biasedly what I have known my whole life.
Yes, he is stubborn and needs the cold, hard facts to believe me. Because you see, once I can show Hubby this poll, we can finally get past our differences. Maybe.
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