My husband is a butt head. We were talking about our bed and the pop of color and well, he doesn't care. He gets to wallow in our bedroom goodness without a freaking care in the world that I have been looking for a pop of color for five months. Seriously. He loves the pop of color, he just doesn't want to think about WHY he loves the it. He just wants to see the damn forest. While I'm looking at all of the individual trees.
Tonight, after telling him that I was going to have to go to jail for killing my husband, he told me I need to go to the Jackie Lynn (last name) School of Anger Management. By the way, have I mentioned you need to check out Kung Fu Girl? Anyway, Jackie has one little incident at a baseball game and D won't let her live it down. Well, that and that little "pick on the biggest guy in the bar thing" that I wrote about here.
He stands over my shoulder reading "these mysteries, truths, and outright lies" about him. All the while laughing because he belittled my mad decor skillz AND my best friend all in one fell swoop! He wonders why I am outraged! So let me spell it out for you my love...
Rat Bastard,
Let's discuss decor shall we? When I met you, you were living in a 1970s fully "furnished" apartment. I don't even want to think about all of the naked college ass that had sat on that hideous brown plaid couch before you. Not to mention the pullout couch from the dog lady's parents' basement. Oh and the ONE set of non matching sheets you had really impressed the ladies. That, coupled with the towels that had your last name written on them from boot camp... it's a wonder you weren't fighting them off with sticks. You know, the threadbaren white scratchy ones? Better known now as "car washing" towels.
If you continue to not care and therefore insult my skillz, I can make a call and get you back there in a second. In fact, your parents are STILL bitching about you having boxes of shit from your apartment in their garage. You can be all set in minutes. Oh, and I'm totally telling your mom that we had premarital sex right before they arrived to move you out.
Love, The Pop of Color Girl
PS. Jackie, I'm thinking if he came up with the phrase J.L.P.S.O.A.M. I'd be willing to bet that means a crush has been had on you too.
Man, you'd kill me in less than a week if I were married to you. Like D, I enjoy the finished product of decorating, but don't care how it gets there, as long as I'm not the one who has to get it there. Unfortunately, B is also like me. This is why I'm going to live in an eggshell paradise for the rest of my life.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I still think you need to get that awesome yellow Vera Wang comforter from Kohl's.
Em, I told you I'd help you with the nursery!
ReplyDeleteWait, you still haven't found the pop of color??? If you would have told me this, you would have been getting links sent to you every 10 minutes because now every time I see something yellow, I think of you.
ReplyDeleteI did (finally) find a pop of color and it isn't even yellow! This is why we were fighting because he likes it but he really doesn't care. That's what he told me. LOL.
ReplyDeleteWOW! I don't even know where to begin here. I guess let's start with the School of Anger Management I seem to have opened. (by the way dave it never solved it....just made my devious and out right psycho tendencies subtler) I have a seat right at the front of the class for you M.
ReplyDeleteBut while I understand your frustration with about the not caring, it is a heck of a lot better than him wanting to be in on picking every tiny thing like drawer pulls and hand towels.
You have mad skillz and he should at least give you props.
Oh and the crush thing-I agree.