Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Something Not to Do 20

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.
The Mrs.: "Don't you have anything better to do than to stand there watching me?"

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."
That, gentle readers, is Something Not to Do.

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Manly Lesbian said...

And how long were you in the emergency room?

CherkyB said...

The Mrs. married me for my wit and my money. I still have both, and thus she has no basis for complaint.

paula said...

I am suprised you dont twitch sometmes Mr..