LOUD NOISE of dog throwing up next to me in the computer room.
Me (shouting): NOT IT! HUBBY, NOT IT!
Hubby (angrily): That does NOT count!
Me (sweetly, if that is EVEN possible): Yes it does, I need to get in the shower and get ready for bed. (Remember I get up at 4:30, it doesn’t matter that it is only 8pm)
Hubby: It is still early; you have PLENTY of time to clean up the dog throw up.
Me: WHATEVER, you still owe me from when Americus was sick (thankfully she is better now—though we still don’t know what was wrong with her) because I cleaned up LOADS of vomit and poo.
Hubby(clearly exasperated): Uh huh. Well then fine, I will clean this up, but you have to sift the cat litter.
Me (whiney): Please, Hubby! Can’t you do it? I am heading into the shower right now…
10 minutes later
Hubby (NOW YELLING at his cute wifey): Are you STILL on that computer!? You cannot call not it and not even head to the shower!
Me (now yelling because Hubby is yelling): We are in a fight! I am going to write you a hate blog!
Me: Running to shower
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