Showing posts with label don't be good at shit you hate. Show all posts
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Friday, March 22, 2013

True words, Paris



I never thought I would say this but when I saw this quote from P. Hilton it all clicked.  I'm so onto my husband.

Grocery shopping:

Me:  What is this?  I meant normal cows milk when I said milk.

Bedtime:

Me:  I didn't know that you didn't know that they need to wear pajamas.

Dishes:

Me:  Um, they are still dirty because when you put that cookie sheet in the water thing can't spin around.

Bills:

Me:  Did you change our password again?  The lady at Chase is asking me what your favorite food is and I don't know if you said seafood or if you tried to throw off all the hackers again with something like "chinese"

Laundry:

Me:  Rags in with the towels?

Just kidding he's never done laundry.

I could never employ this method of avoidance because my self esteem is too wrapped up in my ability to do stupid stuff around the house.  But I respect it.  

Love,
Kristen