Saturday, October 16, 2010

Why I'm glad I don't have a husband who beats me...

Because my Gawd I gone and dun it again! I purchased season tickets to the Sacramento Mountain Lions, the UFL team that is new to our area. Well, as we were pulling into the parking lot for last nights game I discovered that my stupid ass forgot the tickets at home. Nice right? For this one evening I was glad that my husband works the graveyard shift and was too sleep deprived to do much more than laugh at me. Then we went and ate sushi and went to bed early.


  1. Now you won't have to beat your husband next time he forgets to take out the trash. Fair is fair.

  2. Husbands are supposed to take out the trash? Huh, I don't think we received that memo...

  3. I thought only *I* did things like that.

    (And my hubby DEFINITELY would have missed the humor in the situation. What a sweetheart you've got!)


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