Good morning, my friends! Happy Monday!
I know, I know. I've been MIA for quite awhile. Blame it on (A) my regular job, which pulls me in a million different directions and (B) a wretched cold that I've had for 9 friggin days. I don't know why the HELL it's taking me so long to fight this flippin thing! But, after a week and a half of this bologna, I still have a head full of snot and sound like a barking German Shepard when I cough.
I am all kinds of sexy!
Anywho, so during my blogging hiatus, lots of interesting things happened! And one of those things is...*DRUM ROLL PLEASE*...
I let my husband be RIGHT!
Yep, you heard me. Check it:
Last week, Hubs and I went out for breakfast. And he ordered a strawberry waffle (with whipped cream, of course) that was bigger than his head:
It was so freakin humongous, that when the waitress placed it on the table, we both gasped. I was all like...
Me: Dude. You can't possibly eat that whole thing!
Hubs: Just watch me.
Me: Fine. Whatever. But you'd better not puke in my car is all I'm saying.
Hubs: Don't worry about me! I can handle it.
Me: Uh-huh. I've heard that sh*t before.
****FAST FORWARD TWENTY MINUTES****
Me: Holy crap! I can't believe you ate that whole thing!
Hubs: And it was DEEEEELICIOUS!
****FAST FORWARD ANOTHER TWENTY MINUTES****
Me: Dude. Put your seat belt on.
Hubs: I can't.
Me: Why not?
Hubs: My stomach hurts.
Me: Really? (Ooooh! I wanted to say I TOLD YOU SO so frickin bad! But I refrained because I am the best wife EVER...Shut up.)
Hubs: UGH. I think I ate too much.
Me: No kidding?
Hubs: (moaning) UGH. I AM SOOOOOOOO FULL.
Hubs: Yeah. My stomach hurts. Ugggghhhhhhh......
Me: Dude? Why didn't you just eat half?
Me: Because WHY?
Hubs: BECAUSE I AM A SAVAGE PIG (His exact words, people).
Me: Oh. Okay. No more questions your honor.
Hehehe. Who was I to argue?