Facebook, in my opinion, is pure evil. Now that I've figured that out, I've decided to start blogging again.
Lucky you.
Anyways, having been almost 9 months since the last installment of "Something Not to Do", I believe that we are due for an update. And do I ever have a gem for you today.
See, yesterday I was unloading the dishwasher so that I could load it with the dinner dishes. Nearing the end of the unload, The Mrs. (who had been making an annoyance out of herself all day long - she gets overly worked up around the holidays) swooped in and grabbed a couple Rubbermaid containers (the new ones where the lids snap onto the bottom for easy nesting - cool as hell, really) to put away. These go into a lazy-susan corner cabinet right next to the dishwasher that can't really be opened if the dishwasher door is open. So, The Mrs. shut the dishwasher that I was in the middle of unloading, opened the corner cabinet, and bent down to fiddle with all the storage containers. I stood there, watching, waiting.
Lucky you.
Anyways, having been almost 9 months since the last installment of "Something Not to Do", I believe that we are due for an update. And do I ever have a gem for you today.
See, yesterday I was unloading the dishwasher so that I could load it with the dinner dishes. Nearing the end of the unload, The Mrs. (who had been making an annoyance out of herself all day long - she gets overly worked up around the holidays) swooped in and grabbed a couple Rubbermaid containers (the new ones where the lids snap onto the bottom for easy nesting - cool as hell, really) to put away. These go into a lazy-susan corner cabinet right next to the dishwasher that can't really be opened if the dishwasher door is open. So, The Mrs. shut the dishwasher that I was in the middle of unloading, opened the corner cabinet, and bent down to fiddle with all the storage containers. I stood there, watching, waiting.
The Mrs.: "Don't you have anything better to do than to stand there watching me?"That, gentle readers, is Something Not to Do.
Me, CherkyB: "Well, I was unloading the dishwasher, but I can't get to it anymore because there is this enormous ass in between it and me."
The Mrs.: "I am tired of you telling me I'm fat all the time!"
Me, CherkyB: "Huh? I wasn't talking about your weight."
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3 comments:
And how long were you in the emergency room?
The Mrs. married me for my wit and my money. I still have both, and thus she has no basis for complaint.
I am suprised you dont twitch sometmes Mr..
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