But he also left a Honey-Do list for me on the table. It read:
- Drop my suit off at dry cleaners
- Buy new underwear
- Change calling plan
Now I know that something like 90% of men's underwear is bought by women. (Okay, I made that up. But it's probably true.) But I can't recall a single time that I bought my husband underwear. So I asked him about it.
Me: Your list says, "Buy new underwear." You want me to buy you underwear?
Him: No. YOU need new underwear.
I guess it's time for a trip to Victoria's Secret, huh?
*****
After re-reading last night's post, I can see that I am doomed to live at least half of every month in a PMS-induced bitchy tirade.
Ugh.
Even I don't like me now.
For the record, I have a tremendous amount of respect for mothers who can raise a handful of kids to be nice people and good citizens. It's just that none of these mothers seem to live near me.
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