Really DH
Sometimes I seriously wonder about DH. I get so fucking annoyed I could spit nails.
He just texted me and asked if I could bring him a slushy. I said no, I have to run home after work make supper for the kids and go to my appointment at 6:30. His solution? Leave work early and bring me one. :jawdrop: Really, I can just imagine going to my boss stating "I have to leave work early to go take my husband a slushy"
I think I just figured out why men don't give birth, the child would starve to death, as most DH can only think of themselves.
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LMAO
LMAO
"I think I just figured out
"I think I just figured out why men don't give birth, the child would starve to death, as most DH can only think of themselves."
Considering that most men are huge babies when it comes to colds and getting slivers in their fingers, if men had to deliver babies, humans would have died off long ago.
And we're considered the "weaker" sex? My ass.
^^^This. My DH is the
^^^This. My DH is the biggest baby when he's sick, yet he used to be a bullrider?
And in the words (not verbatim because my memory fffing sucks) of Betty White: Why are balls a sign of strength? Men barely graze them and they're down for the count. What really should signal strength is a vagina! Those things can really take a pounding!"
Oh honey, take a cue form the
Oh honey, take a cue form the TV show 'Glee' and deliver him his slushy... all over his shirt. I would!
When we both got home, I
When we both got home, I asked him WTF he was thinking? Well I really wanted a slushy, and since I was getting my tatto finished, I could leave. I gave him the look and walked away.