Man i'm smrt;
Good Days and Bad Days
9 years ago
1- I don't know if there is anyone out there who will understand this. My husband and I were high school sweethearts, and I waited ( not completely faithfully by the way) for him on his mission. So by the time we got married, we had already been together for five years, if you count the mission time. Well, we thought we knew everything about each other but apparently he didn't know me as well as he thought he did. The first week of living together, I was getting ready for work, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him I was getting ready for work. He proceeded by saying, then why are you turning your clothes from right side out to wrong side out and then right side out again. I looked at him and as if it was normal said, "Uh, checking my clothes for spiders, as I thought this was a normal thing." Yes, to this day, I still have to check my clothes for spiders before I put them on. It hasn't been as bad since I have been paying the bug man five times a year at a whopping $67 dollars a time, just so I can feel at ease as I swore last summer that the black widow I found in my house was hairy with fangs and was staring at me with huge green eyes and taunting me by peering over the windowsill. I finally sprayed him with Lysol with bleach and he died.
y husband tells me that I annoy him when I answer the phone, that I answer it the same no matter who is calling. I don't know if I agree with him totally but I do know what he is talking about. Despite his crowing rooster ring, knowing full well it is him calling, I still proceed with a polite "Hello" like I am answering a strangers call. Guess I need to work on this so the next time any of you call and I answer with a "What Up?" you will know why.
drink bottled water because to me tap water is the nastiest thing in the world. And Amy, the reason it tastes like poison, is because it is actually poison as it is tainted with arsenic ( rat poison). Disgusting. People try to say that it is such a trace amount that it won't hurt but I beg to differ.
6- Okay, I am really starting to worry that you all now think I am card short of a deck of cards, or one hammer short of a tool set, or whatever you want to call it but for some reason, whenever I am going to leave my house, it's like my bladder calls out saying it needs to be emptied. It doesn't matter if I just went to the restroom or not. It's like a signal is sent to my bladder and all of a sudden it is full again. Don't ask me but it drives my hubby crazy. So the moral of the story is, Don't leave your house without emptying your bladder, Okay, at least in my case.