Lucy Lime

Happy Birthday, Husband!

Weeks from now, when you get around to reading my blog, you will find this post in your honor. You will get to read how that lovely chocolate pie that the aunts make, and that you want me to make you for your birthdays, well....it's recipe went missing.

I had it yesterday. This morning even. Unfortunately, when I asked you where the pie pan was.... well I placed the recipe card on top of it. And since the pie pan is missing, so is the recipe.

So, instead of freaking out, I thought... WWHD? (What would Hamish Do?) He would search Lochdubh far and wide to find the missing recipe. I did that. I think it got thrown away somehow. I am at a huge loss.

So, WWHD? if it were no where to be found. He'd get on the fucking internet and find a fucking recipe and pray that it tasted fucking good.

So that is how your pie was made.

I love you and happy birthday!

Labels: birthday, food, husband

Hubs says it is time to potty train the kiddo. I agree. We should have done it sooner but had no clue how to do it. I am still amazed that someone in this world thought it was a sound idea to let us have a kid without a manual.

Anyway, hubs was showing son how to use the potty. I overheard him say something like, "Good job. I think we just had a teachable moment."

I replied that I was glad they were able to bond so well and what does the turd say back to me?????

"You wouldn't understand, you're just a bitch."

My vagina has excluded me from the club, once again.

Labels: husband, son

Ok, so the title should really read "What would Jesse do?" since he is the most rational, logical person I have ever known but I am appealing to my readership with a catchy title. Some of you may not know my dear brother Jesse (sucks to be you) so we'll stick with my generic title.

Say your neighbors brought over a steaming hot plate, overflowing with delicious barbecue last night. They thought you would like some and they were damned right!

Say you had just eaten and were so excited to save that wonderful barbecue for later. Later comes and you were still full but your husband eats his half anyway.

Say you come home from work at lunchtime, after having salivated for HOURS at the thought of eating said barbecue only to find it missing from the fridge???

Yeah. That is exactly what happened.

A little a-hole by the name of Husband ATE IT FOR ME!

So, is it entirely unreasonable to divorce him?

Labels: food, husband, theif