"Yes finally!", my husband yells full of excitement. He runs from the kitchen to the door to get the disturbing thing on our porch. This was the 20th these we've gotten in a month.
"I really, need you to tell me what the hell are these for? What the hell are these?", I say with increasing my volume a little bit. I'm so tired of getting these things on my front porch and not having any idea what they are. And my husband won't tell me. My husband doesn't answer, just hums to himself.
"If you won't tell me what these are - I swear to God. I will divorce you", I say without a doubt in my voice. My husband turns around and smiles. "Maybe you should."
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