My husband gets to go on a vacation with his best friend this weekend. Must be nice. Sheesh. Truth be told, I am happy for him, as he never gets to do anything fun. Unless you count working and being with me and our children.
So, being the kind of person I am, I waited until today (he left at 2:30) to give him shit. Hey, I could been being bitchy for weeks. I'm nice.
Him: So what are you going to do this weekend?
Me: Just hangin out with the kids, AGAIN.
Now times that by about 10 and you can get a feeling for how our morning was.
He knows I am loathing, so he sent me these last night:
Duh, not helping.