Apparently this will be my bitchaboutmyhusband.blogspot
Seriously (when you are reading this please use the Meredith from Grey's Anatomy tone)
Where can I buy a freakin clue? Because I am going to wrap it up in bright red paper and stick it under the Christmas tree with my husband's name on it in HUGE letters. But even then I don't think he would get it. I don't think even if Jolly 'Ol St Nick himself came to our doorstep and handed him a brand spankin new clue he would comprehend. Again seriously. What do their mothers teach them. I have a son, I hate to think of the day he gets married and his wife looks at him and then looks at the pile of dirty laundry at his feet and he stares back at her with a blank expression and wonders to himself "What do you think she is trying to say to me? I don't understand." Do you think I am being Punked? Do you think someone out there is watching my soap opera of a daily life. Do you think they TiVo me and watch my life while they sit and snack on popcorn and giggle at the hilarity of it all? You know you have thought it before...hmmmmmmm
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Men are much more fun when you're not married to them. For instance, I think your husband is a hilariously great guy and really fun to hang out with, but I'm sure if I lived with him I'd want to kick his ass on a daily basis.
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