>> Saturday, July 17, 2010
I’m such a fool.
After camping on the Oregon coast for 3 days with my parents and a herd of kids, I’m about done. I’m dirty, stinky, have sand in places sand should never go, sun burnt, chapped lipped, and I miss my bed...And now I just need a stiff drink!
My husband however…I didn't miss. He left me with a sink full of dishes and split the nana-second we all dragged butt in the house.
“Ya home already” He greets with not so open arms. As Me, Myself, and I unload the car, while tossing snacks at the kids.
“Already?” I moan, “We just spent hours in traffic, there was a wreck on I-5 and the Dog has nasty gas, the kids fought the whole drive, I about died on that freeway! My knee is killing me, my butts numb and my sunburn itches like crazy but I can’t scratch it cause it hurts like a fricking bitch when I do! And NOW I get to cook dinner, YIPPIE-YAHOO!”
“Ok, well I’m going to take the Van up to have the oil changed.” He mumbles, dashing out the door.
Well that’s just stinking awesome! “The beach was nice, thanks for asking and ya might want to have them lube a bit more then the car while your there, CAUSE I’M GOING TO BE TIRED TONIGHT!!!”
If he wasn’t so cute, I would consider leaving him forever. MEN!