He doesn't read it anyway.

I love my husband very much. I truly do. But let's have a little chat, between you and me....about the hubby. He is OBNOXIOUS when he drinks. Kim, Jarred? You with me? I seriously thought he was gonna start a fight last night because the jukebox wouldn't play his music (it played country music instead which only fueled the issue! and was HILARIOUS) Then he gets beligerent with a mini van on the way home because he thought they had their brights on and stayed in my lane directly behind me on a 3 lane highway. I think he flipped them off for a solid 2 minutes before I put his hand down.
And then the next day....of course he has to be an asshole and not have a hangover. I drank maybe 3 beers the whole night and have a headache and am tired. He drank a gallon of vodka and redbull, no hangover. Bullshit.  However, the 2 orders of nachos with jalapenos didn't settle too well with his butt. I think he deserves it. Mind you. I love my husband.
At this point I want to bring something up....I may have mentioned it before but it still lays heavy on my mind.  I used to ask Chett to do stuff to which his reply would be "Yeah, I'll do it but first I have to poop." Poop - is code for "hell no, I'm not gonna do anything. I'm gonna disappear into the bathroom for 20 minutes and read a magazine and get out of doing whatever it is you asked me to do."
I FINALLY caught on and told him one day that I was sick of him "pooping" all the time! His "pooping" was coming between us and making me very upset.  If he continued to "poop" I was considering calling a doctor for his "gastro-intestinal issues".  To which he was flabbergasted and has now reduced his "pooping."  So to all you ladies out there, Don't let "pooping" ruin your life. Do your duty and make him accountable for his doodie.

Stay Funny San Diego, Daya