Ah marital bliss.............Ok, so for the past two days I've been feverishly working on my bedroom to get it all painted, papered and back in order.
Color me OCD or autistic, but I can't stand when stuff is out of order. When I do home improvement I want it done yesterday.
I want shit done and over with as quickly as possible.
While waiting for the 1st coat of paint to dry on the last wall we took Pudd'n to Grandmaland and went out to breakfast in our favorite little hole in the wall Mexican restaurant.
I love their beans.
Their beans don't love me.
So by tonight, when I'm ready to hang the border (story on that to be coming soon) I've got a bad case of the
*Side note, we live in a duplex with the best neighbor EVAH!*
Steve: Gotdam it Maeve! Those farts stink!!!
Me: What??? Like you can smell anything after all your years of nasty toxic farts. Your sinuses are burned beyond of smelling anything.
Steve: I'm just shocked Candy (our neighbor) has not called the cops claiming that there is a decomposing body over here your farts smell so bad.........
Bastard, he had me.
I fell off the couch laughing over that come back............