Please don’t say breathing cause that’s not nice. Understandable, but not necessarily nice. I smoke. Nasty habbit, that, but I do. One of my pet peeves is someone – *cough my husband cough* not walking off with my lighter every 5 minutes.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask. Apparently he does. Everytime he comes within a foot of me he’ll borrow my lighter, put it in his pocket and walk off. Whenever I need a lighter I have to go hunt him down. It’s frustrating.
Especially because he has this weird obsession to have a lighter in each hand, a handful in each pocket, one in his briefcase and truck and only god knows how many in his desk at work.
So what makes you want to murder your husband in his sleep? Any ideas as to method? Gotta good get away plan? Drop it here.
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January 15th, 2010 at 10:28 pm
Oh common. You know that we always have to have something in our hand. We’re men! Since the beginning of man, we have always something in our hands. Just remember looking back at your “Little Lord Fauntleroy’s”. Think! Why does he have that? Where did you see it? In our hands. So when you look at the guy you love and you see him hogging the remote, to the scratching his butt cheeks. Remember that we can’t help it. We were born that way
Thanks
Rev Greg