Monday, December 20, 2004
The Exact Moment
Just when does a husband finally get sick and tired of the hormonal fluctuations of his wife? I mean, at what point do he say, "Oh, to hell with it, she's just not worth this anymore," and walk away? At what exact second does his patience run too thin? Is it when his wife tells him, "Maybe selling our home and moving our family all the way across the United States WAS a bad idea," or is it when she yells at him for chewing his gum like a freaking cow chewing her cud, or is it when she sweetly informs him that if he is going to get the kids all sugared up he can damn well put them to bed on his own? Because lately, I think poor TGIM is counting down to that exact second.
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