I just went into our master bathroom to take a pee. I was suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of death. I wadded up a ton of toilet paper, covered my nose and prayed for a gas mask. I finished walked out and looked at Rob and asked "did you just die in the bathroom?"
He replied with a blank "I didn't do anything" face and then adked if I as ted to ride with him to get a breafast burrito.
A burrito with beans.
BEANS
Who wants to be stuck at home with me and the death ass today?
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5 comments:
I feel ya! My husband's is always an ass of death. Ugh!
Boo. I feel for you.
Came across your blog today. I really like it. You seem to say perfectly what we all think and wish we had the nerve to say!
umm, is that why you agreed to go get the breakfast burrito?
are you trying to prolong your suffering?
ha ha ha poor Rob or rather poor you.
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