Upon waking up:
Me: I feel like hot chocolate.
"Okay."
Me: With whipped cream.
"Sure."
Me: Oh and we have cinnamon, too!
"Okay, honey."
Thank goodness he's laughing. How long can I milk this newlywed thing? ;)
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
Saturday, January 14, 2006
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Maria, Darling:
You milk that until death. There's always an opportunity to use it:
Honey--the morning sickness.
Honey--I feel so unwieldy
Honey--I just nursed the baby
Honey--I just changed a diaper
Honey--I just finished helping with homework
Honey--I just paid the college tuition bill
Honey--I just spent the social security check
It never gets old. Don't you dare bail out on this. Once abandoned you can never reclaim "damsel in distress" status. Believe this voice of wisdom.
This is especially true if it involves taking out the trash.
THAT IS THE MAN'S JOB.
Do it once, you'll be doing forever!!!
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