how to annoy me
As I am struggling to find and pack every fucking thing (clothes! toys! games! toiletries! wet swimsuits! beach towels!) for a week of vacation for myself AND the kids, announce (repeatedly and helpfully), "I can be packed in ten minutes!"
Then tell me we're out of wine.
(Home tomorrow. Real post soon.)
Then tell me we're out of wine.
(Home tomorrow. Real post soon.)
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Heh heh heh sob sob sob.
Laughing and crying, SO FAMILIAR.
Oh dear lord. Do they ALL say that???
I must be a total sucker because I pack for everybody, hubby included.
Susan, I just want you to know that this thing you are doing--this packing thing--is a big deal! And you deserve a very nice glass (or bottle) of wine for doing it. I hope you get one soon!
is my husband, like, in your house right now?
The only possible answer to that is to drop the drawer you're packing out of onto his foot, blow the sweat-soaked bangs out of your eyes, and roar
"Then why dont'cha?"
Then you stalk out of the house and go get wine.
Oh good LORD. Sometimes I miss being married, and sometimes I COME TO MY SENSES.
P.S. My verification word is "owjob." hahahahaha!
I really want to know how in the world do we women get men to pack their own crap? Every trip we go on I give a daily countdown to let Monkey know that he's packing for himself and he'd better have the clothes he wants to wear clean. And every single time, two hours before we need to leave I'm quickly bundling a load of his laundry together and packing it for him because he conveniently forgot before heading off to work. :/
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