My husband and I have been married for 27 years and dude still does that thing where when I'm speaking he looks at my face and then my chest. Half the time, I'm like, did I get food on my shirt--nope, just titties.
No one tell my husband that he was right about the stylish sofa I picked out not being comfortable. I don’t know how much longer I can keep awkwardly sitting on the goddamn thing.
I’d be ok if my child converted to a different religion for marriage. But I will NOT allow them to marry into a family with a Precious Moments figurine collection.
By the time you reach 45, everyone becomes an expert orthopedist. “It hurts where? Yeah, that’s your medial hip flexor tendon maximus. I had that last year."
I’ve had a purebred kitten for just six days and I’m already worried he’ll fall in love with a cat beneath his station and bring shame upon the family.
My husband has been on so many conference calls during work-from-home orders that I’ve learned everyone’s voice and personality. Have to say, Brad is a bit of a cry baby.
I just realized I’ve been liking IG posts from a person who has never liked any of mine, so I withheld my like just now out of spite. Take that, one less heart, sleep well mfkr
I once donated $100 to a twitter person's gofundme campaign and when I came back that person wouldn't return my follow. But it's not like I'm bitter or anything.
Husband had wrist surgery and the doc said he can’t lift anything over 5 pounds. He keeps cracking himself up saying he needs help to pee. I’m hiding his pain meds.
Well, one good outcome of the pandemic news coverage is that I have learned the names of many governors outside of my own state and also of my own state.