You talkin' to me?
Hey, will you adopt me? You are SO much cooler than my dad (Please God, don't let my dad read this 'cuz he'll kick my ass. Amen.)!
Oh she has him whipped!
the bad thing about this situation is that if his wife is anything like me, by the time she feels better and starts being somewhat normal... the child will be cranky and weird and he wont be able to get anything right, again. hehe. sometimes i pity my husband, then i get over it and send him to the store for feminine hygeine products. otherwise he might have enough time on his hands to find something to do that he likes. we cant have that.
Excellent follow-up to my favourite post thus far!
Well it's a good thing for me that my husband was the one who got the cravings not me. I remember one time he ate pancakes, then dill pickles and the icecream while I sat there looking at him.
OK. This one is pretty funny. Possibly because of having been on the hormonal side of the equation. Gave me a good chuckle.
This is starting to be interesting, aside from entertaining. I can't but admire my friend Calabrese here, he's dealing with women stuff, which always implies certain dose of danger and requires the same amount of extra care. There is women stuff like this, when they're in a weird mood and you're meant to manouver deftly enough not to end up in bigger trouble. Or when they cry and you don't know why... mainly because there's no need of a reason to be weeping for them, they just cry.
However, this women theories can't be said out loud if you want to preserve your integrity. You know it, they know it, and everybody pretends it doesn't happen, you just cope with it. If you really speak your mind about this, some of them will deny it, some others will frown at you, and very few will admit it... but almost every one of them will get upset. That's another thing about women: they assume you're meant to fail, they love to treat you like a little child and adopt their mom role, and they love to complain about how childish you behave. And above all, they love to win the arguments, no matter how pointless their stance is.
If you're reading this, which I assume as something unfathomly improbable, and you're a woman, you're probably denying it. Maybe you're frowning at the screen, hoping it will get the message and deliver it to me. Perhaps you're admiting it, but feeling slowly but increasingly upset. In case you do: I'm sorry, I love you.
|ngenius.
P.S: This post was really bitter, wasn't it? I haven't given up, though, I'm looking for a different woman, one who breaks these rules. If you're one of them... GIMME A CALL!! (Send an e-mail, or whatever).
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