The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

bed love

Dear Hubby,

As you may or may not realize, the bed is my domain. Much like the garage is your kingdom, the bedroom, specifically the bed is my most FAVORITE place. Thus, I must regret to inform you that upon moving back in with you, you have increasingly taken advantage of my coveted bed-safe zone place. You have messed up my pillows, you have thrown your dirty, smelly towels on it and WORST of all you bring little, tiny rocks into bed with you.

EW. 

I regret to inform you, that unless you STOP bringing in these gross, dirty rocks, your bed access privileges will be revoked.  Currently, I am allowing you access to this most prized possession of mine, in the name of sharing, however we both know that I am not much of a sharer. So, I am requesting that you de-rock your body before coming into bed or you will not be allowed in anymore.

Sincerely,

The Management (WIFEY)

NO MORE!

So, this morning I got up early to take Boston to the vet for his allergies. Which he does have, by the way. At this point, I think we own half the vet, but hey….Boston is MY baby and he has been keeping me up for a week with his sneezing.  They gave us medicine to help his sneezing and he should be better in no time, so I am not worried. They also taught us how to force pills down his throat. NOT FUN. I think I am going to try smashing them into his favorite roast beef sandwich from Arby’s before I try and use that gizmo.

Anyway, this morning after I got dressed to go to the vet, out walks Hubby in practically the same outfit as me. Jeans and the same color tee-shirt. Not okay.

Me: Hubby! You are basically wearing the same outfit as me! You need to change.

Hubby: No, I am not! My shirt is a little different and besides I thought you liked when we dressed alike and are all matchy-matchy.

Me: Ummmm are you crazy? No, I don’t want to match. EVER. We are not cute like that. I AM NOT CUTE LIKE THAT. I would never say something like that. Now, Go change quick!

NOT okay with this....