As I told y'all, recently I had been suffering. I've been in a funk and in a lot of pain. Fibroids hurt yo. So because of this my awesome husband, has had to pick up the slack. The cooking, cleaning...and so on.
Anyhow, as witnessed in one of my last awesome posts, that no one has seen apparently; I made a joke . Therefore I am pushing out of this fog.
Anyhow, the other day? Something interesting happened. I had a good day...even after having a bad teething night with Diva. I even went out with both screaming cranky kids (with my mom, I cant go anywhere without help cause I'm in so much pain after....who the crap cares. Lemme just tell the dang story). Later on in the day I had an interesting conversation with Mr. Man when he came home from work:
Me: So what do you think? (I was wearing a new maxi dress from Lane Bryant. I wont show you a pic of me cause...well, I am very boobalicious in it.)
Mr. Man: Oh wow. Thats very nice. So thats what you did today?
Me: Well, yeah I bought this. Plus some other groceries we needed for the kids.
Mr. Man: Oh okay. Man, I am so tired today. Babe, do you mind cooking dinner today?
Me: Um, yes. I mind very much. I had a very busy, very hectic day. What do you think I was doing all day?
Mr. Man: Uh. You were shopping for yourself. You did nothing. You can cook, you ain't even close to being as tired as I am.
So. Here is my question to you:
What funeral hall should I send him to?
FULL DISCLOSURE: My husband was kidding. And yes, I do know he was kidding.
You would seriously consider using a funeral home after that? I'm not even sure he's god enough for a box. I'd just dig a hole and throw him in. I've heard it makes for good fertilizer.
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