Returned at long last...

Okay, okay. So it's been awhile. One back injury, three kids in school, one case of eczema, and several Tylenol later (not to mention a partridge in a pear tree), and I'm back. For good. I promise. Basically, I have been doing some soul searching about the whole premise of this blog topic. To vent, laugh, and mock someone else at their expense, I had to think if it's really worth it. HELL YEAH!

It's settled, and now I can continue my quest to rationalize and justify my spouse's idiocracy. For example, can someone please tell my why men REFUSE to call ahead before making a 40 mile trip to ensure everything they need is available, ready, or in stock? I mean really. Let's think of the environment here. What the heck does my spouse think phones were invented for? You know, honey, it's the black think on the wall with the little antennae and numbered buttons on it. USE IT! But no......instead, he has to drive 30 minutes away to check stock in person, only to find out it's not in stock until tomorrow. IT DOESN'T END THERE. He leaves a deposit on the item and instead of asking me to pick it up on my way home (easy to do and on the way), he makes a SECOND trip to pick it up himself. I can name ten reasons this is idiotic. Really, can we be smart about our time, resources, and environment in this day and age?

'Nough said...

Dumbass affirmed!

Another day in the conundrum life that is otherwise my marriage -- eerily resembling a stand up comedy routine gone bad. Boo'ed, like that of a rogue comic, he hopelessly mistakes my sarcasm for an enduring show of affection. After all, is it too much for me to expect him to be able to make a doctor's appointment for our daughter with less than five calls to me in the process? How hard is it? I mean REALLY. C'mon! Man up and learn to take one for the team like I have for the past 14 years already!

After taking his fifth call at work, calling the doctor's office at his claim that they needed to speak with me, and the doctor's office bewildered as to why I was calling, all I could do was hang up and exclaim out loud, "He is such a dipshit!" To which those in my office exalted in uncontrollable laughter. AFFIRMATION!

'Nough said...