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...
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