Ain't Chicken
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Husband just called me on his cell phone.

Me: Hello?
Him: Honey?
Me: Yeah.
Him: Can you hear this? (holds phone away from him)

(I hear rushing water in the distance.)

Him: Did you hear that??
Me: Yeah.
Him: Isn't that cool??
Me: ??
Him: That's Niagara Falls!!

Don't ask me why when he gets home his remote control for the garage door won't work, or why he can't find the charger for his electric razor, or why the back of the chair he sits in at his computer reclines a lot farther back than it did when he left, or why every pair of his socks is mismatched, or why his 12-pack of Coke was left out on the kitchen counter to get warm, or why only MY movies came in the mail from Netflix, or why he's out of shampoo, or why there aren't any of HIS flavor of Pop-Tarts left, or why there is sand in his pillow cases, or why his toothbrush taste like horseradish...

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posted by Carol @ 5:21 PM  
1 Comments:
  • At 10:18 PM, Anonymous machine said…

    I pray that the boy brings you home a thoughtful knick-knack to smooth things over.

     
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