Lemme flesh out this scenario. Gary wanted a sandwich heated. You under/over cooked it (as I have taught you... never do an acceptable job for your husband unless you want it to be your life's work) and he complained. Then he would not stop complaining so you threatened him with blogexposure. Well done. Not big enough to call his mother but something for him to think about. Sometimes I puff up with pride at your marital skills.
No, but he is now threatening me with "Don't make me throw a microwave at you."
My favorite line used to be "I didn't do it
on purpose" but now it's "Autopsy results are not conclusive." Because you just know she coincidently died of cancer.
Lemme flesh out this scenario. Gary wanted a sandwich heated. You under/over cooked it (as I have taught you... never do an acceptable job for your husband unless you want it to be your life's work) and he complained. Then he would not stop complaining so you threatened him with blogexposure. Well done. Not big enough to call his mother but something for him to think about. Sometimes I puff up with pride at your marital skills.
Posted by: queen Mother | April 14, 2006 at 03:27 PM
No, but he is now threatening me with "Don't make me throw a microwave at you."
My favorite line used to be "I didn't do it
on purpose" but now it's "Autopsy results are not conclusive." Because you just know she coincidently died of cancer.
Posted by: TheQueen | April 16, 2006 at 10:19 AM