Posts Tagged ‘ Husband ’

Fixing a Cabinet Oops

01.23.12

As you know we’re moving, so I’ve been packing and getting the house cleaned-up from the three tornadoes I live with. One day I went to clean my husband and son’s bathroom only to find a sink cabinet with stain missing from it. Neither one claims to know what “happened” to the cabinet. My husband blamed a gnome, so I assume he’s the guilty party. My dad suggest I find a wood marker to fill in the missing stain. Luckily, Lowe’s has Homax® Wood Stain Marker Pen to remedy the cabinet oops. The Homax® Wood Stain Marker Pen repairs scratches and other imperfections where finish has been removed. Use on furniture, cabinets, molding and other stained wood surfaces. The pen allows for pin point accuracy and a no-mess application. Contains actual wood stain; select the color that best matches your existing finish. Overall, I’m pretty happy with...

Buzz Kill

10.27.11

Dear Wasp/Hornet, You violated me and you deserved to die. I was simply mowing my backyard when you decided to take it upon yourself to sting/bite me not once, not twice, but three times! Because of your actions I had to swat you, thus resulting in your death. Your two bites/stings on my neck hurt badly, but the one my hand was the icing on the cake. My only response to your actions was to drop to the ground and scream bloody murder. The good news is my hubby actually awoke from his fantasy football daze to find me crying in the fetal position on the grass. I stumbled inside and waited for hubby to assess the damage. The results, “you’ve got two big ass marks on your neck.” You heard the man, I had “ two big ass marks.” I was clutching my hand so captain obvious didn’t...

Wife Credit?

08.16.10

I woke up this morning to find a deep tissue massage gift certificate from my husband. Why? While I was driving home last night, he went to rub my shoulders and was disgusted by the knots in my shoulders. I’ve been complaining for quite a while about my shoulders and upper back bothering me, and now he believed me. I think it’s a combination of increased workouts at the gym and not finding a good pillow to sleep with. As you may know, I love the King of Queens. My husband is always running around claiming wife credit. I picked-up my clothes. Wife Credit. I washed my dishes. Wife Credit. Changed the baby. You guessed it, wife credit. I don’t think my massage was a case of gaining wife credit. I think it was a gift out of love and pure disgust at my knotty shoulders. If it is...