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By the way, DH stands for "dear husband" in computer talk.
DH just got back from being out of town for a few days, and before that I was deathly ill with the Swine Flu. With all of that going on, we went two weeks without nookie (a record for us, methinks - part of a housewife's job is putting out regularly, right ladies? ).
Background: DH gets home from the airport at 9pm. I'm half asleep in bed already (because taking care of two little kids by yourself for two days is freakin exhausting). I sleepily give him a "welcome back" hug and a kiss and then conk out for the night.
The next day DH jokingly says...
DH: I was expecting to come home with you in some lingerie and like a margarita in your hand ready to go...(since we hadn't done the deed in forever).
Me: Oh yea? Hym. Welp, sorry bout that.
Later in the day....during another conversation........
DH: I was expecting you to welcome me home with some lingerie and a margarita in your hand....like "hello dear...let's get it on"....
Me: Why do you keep saying that? Are you being serious?
DH: No! I'm just joking! Geez....
Me: Well you keep bringing it up. This is the third time today. That means you're serious and you're just pretending to be joking.
DH: Ummmm, no...I swear I was joking.
Uh huh.
Me: I don't even drink margaritas.
DH: I know.
Me: How about totally naked and a beer instead? For next time. That's more my speed.
DH: Sounds good.
Marriage is all about compromise, right?
DH just got back from being out of town for a few days, and before that I was deathly ill with the Swine Flu. With all of that going on, we went two weeks without nookie (a record for us, methinks - part of a housewife's job is putting out regularly, right ladies? ).
Background: DH gets home from the airport at 9pm. I'm half asleep in bed already (because taking care of two little kids by yourself for two days is freakin exhausting). I sleepily give him a "welcome back" hug and a kiss and then conk out for the night.
The next day DH jokingly says...
DH: I was expecting to come home with you in some lingerie and like a margarita in your hand ready to go...(since we hadn't done the deed in forever).
Me: Oh yea? Hym. Welp, sorry bout that.
Later in the day....during another conversation........
DH: I was expecting you to welcome me home with some lingerie and a margarita in your hand....like "hello dear...let's get it on"....
Me: Why do you keep saying that? Are you being serious?
DH: No! I'm just joking! Geez....
Me: Well you keep bringing it up. This is the third time today. That means you're serious and you're just pretending to be joking.
DH: Ummmm, no...I swear I was joking.
Uh huh.
Me: I don't even drink margaritas.
DH: I know.
Me: How about totally naked and a beer instead? For next time. That's more my speed.
DH: Sounds good.
Marriage is all about compromise, right?
4 comments:
I think he's secretly affraid of you... lol
You don't drink margaritas?!?! I am shocked and appalled.
skinny girl margaritas are the best. tequila, cointreau, and a splash of lime juice. anyway, you all are too cute
LOL typical man!
Here's how our conversation goes...
DH - Hey thanks for falling asleep at 9:30!!
When in reality he was the one to fall asleep and I layed there watching tv!!!! WTF?
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