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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Are you shitting me?

On Sunday morning I tidied up the living room a bit. Friday and Saturday's newspapers were still piled on the ottoman so I moved them to the couch, intending to put them into the recycling bin later.

Later that morning my husband was lounging on the couch and I asked him if he had put the papers out. "No", he replied. "I shoved them under the sofa".

The terrible thing is that I thought he was kidding, until later on when I saw the papers peeking out from under the sofa.



Chicka said...

Did you roll up the thick Sunday edition and whap him with it?

Sleeping Mommy said...

totally believable. That's something my husband would do, except I'm not sure he would have admitted to it so readily.

warcrygirl said...

Oh. My. GAWD! He didn't! My youngest like to throw toys and wrappers (and the parts of the pop tart he didn't want to eat) behind our one couch but he's a child.

Under the couch. I'd have taken Queen Goobs advice. WHAP!