OK, I'm not posting this until Sunday. My husband was remarkably un-funny this week. What's up with that? I did have to laugh at this little vignette from yesterday:
Cue Scene: Larry is in recliner, controlling the remote, watching whatever Pawn Shop/Storage Wars/Swamp People thing he's stumbled upon, and, as always, he falls asleep. I'm paying the bills ... not just mine, but my mother's. Since bill paying is one of my least favorite things, doing it for two households makes me, kind of, insanely bitc .... um, grumpy.
Larry: zzzzzzzzz
Me: OK bills are paid. My mom's bills were crazy this month!
Larry: (snappishly, waking from his nap) You already told me that!
Me: NO I DIDN'T! BUT I'M SORRY I INTERRUPTED YOUR SILLY NAP (i didn't say silly -- for the purposes of this g-rated post please substitute your favorite profanity for the word 'silly') ARE YOU GOING TO DO ANYTHING TODAY OR IS NAPPING ABOUT AS SILLY AMBITIOUS AS IT GETS FOR YOU ON WEEKENDS?
Larry: Why are you yelling?
ME: BECAUSE ALL YOU SILLY DO IS SILLY SLEEP! I'M SO SILLY SICK OF SEEING YOUR EYELIDS EVERY TIME I LOOK AT YOU! I CARRY ON CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU ONLY TO SILLY REALIZE YOU ARE SILLY SLEEPING!!!!
Larry: Well I had a big lunch!
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Oh. My bad.
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