Whenever I need a few more minutes to get ready, I walk into the living room and say “My dad has that same shirt ” and then watch my husband’s head explode.
Me: And then he used a metal spatula on my brand new non-stick pan!
Therapist: *gasps* You’re a monster.
*puts on wrestling mask*
*runs in place*
Me: Let’s do this!
Kid: It’s just thumb wrestling, lady.
Me: Bring it, loser!
HUSBAND: Can you hand me the salad spinner?
ME: Give me a second, I need to finish drying my panties first.
Me: Why is there a rolling chair in the kitchen?
Husband: Well, I know you injured your leg.
Husband: And I thought it would be easier for you to cook dinner.
I bought a new scale today.
Can’t wait to get home and throw it out the window.
Me: You just sat on my glasses.
Husband: *Stands up* What?
Me: While you’re up, can you grab some popcorn?
Falls for it every time.
[guy glaring at me because he wants my parking spot]
*adds 72,000 hours to the meter*
“I want you inside me,” I say to my husband while staring at the chocolate cake behind him on the counter.
I think I just went to third base with a jelly doughnut.