Was it really wrong of me to laugh at my big, strong husband when he came screeching out of my bedroom like a little school girl and stopped in front of me, demanding I to go clean up the mess my dog made while chewing a bone on the bed?
Was it really wrong to bowl over laughing when he got indignant when I told him to clean it up himself and he said he couldn’t because it was “EWWIIEEE.”
Was it really wrong of me to be snorting with laughter as I walked away (to ignore his request), mocking my large, manly, macho husband for his use of such a pansy ass word and his obvious disgust with what turned out to be just an itty bitty bit of dog drool and wet bone chunks on his pillow?
Since when did I become his maid, existing just to serve his every whimpy request? (Isn’t that why we had kids?)
I mean, really, who wears the pants around here?
slouching mom
eww would be bad enough, but ewwiiee?
dude.
Arkie Mama
You are most definitely the wearer of the pants — provided, that is, these pants survive future ice skating adventures!
AZ
On a fishing trip I was trying to catch some crayfish for bait, I was balancing myself on my knees with my ass higher than my head on an extremely round boulder with a flashlight in one hand and the other hand under water grabbing for the fast swimming little crayfish, just at that moment I flushed a duck out of the reeds, and the man that I love, the one I thought would save me in time of danger, screamed like a woman and started running for his life (all I heard was boot leather on rocks and a high pitched scream), he didn’t try to grab me and save me from what ever monster just ran on the surface of the water flapping its wings like crazy, he just ran screaming like a woman. I stood up and yelled at the top of my lungs “it’s a little bitty duck you chicken shit!” So much for macho men!
Sandra
You baby. You in your hot ass pants
joy
at what age *do* the kids become personal slaves? my oldest is five and a HUGE disappointment in that regard.
(hey Y
I missed ya!)
Wendy
I think a better question would be, who is wearing the bloomers?
Jennifer McKenzie
What is it about that? They don’t have any problem MAKING gross messes. Why can’t they clean them up?
Men. Can’t live with ‘em. Can’t shoot ‘em. But you can laugh at ‘em.
Mary
Well, of course you’re wearing the pants. Perhaps your hubby would benefit from a few days of high heels and an apron – together! That might even be an outfit to take to a bedroom.
Ms. Crafty Wanna-Be
Isn’t it obvious?!?!?! I mean…it’s obvious to everyone who reads this site that YOU, T, wears the pants in this relationship.
It’s why we love you!!!!!
Travis Erwin
Just for my own future reference, would it have been better if your husband ha said, I can’t clean it up because that is some nasty foul shit, instead of saying ewwieee?
Sandy
I just found you (via life in the fishbowl) and omg, snorting coffee through my nose. I love this post but must confess the previous post, children with knives on their feet, made me laugh out loud.
Happy New Year.
Oh, and men just stay babies about this kind of stuff. Dog puke – yeah, totally my domain.
Worker Mommy
Nope, not wrong at all. Laughter was absolutely the right thing to do…you should have rolled on the floor laughing though and complained of your sides hurting for that extra effect.
crazymumma
But i beg to ask ’cause I read back quite a few posts….what DID he get you for xmas that trumped you?
dennis
obviously he grew up with lots and lots of pets!
moosh in indy.
You baby, nice hot pants.
Mary mert
ROFL! You could just tell him that his behavior just lowered your sex drive a couple of points… maybe he’ll catch on