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I love being married.

This just happened.
 
I roll out of the Blues Laboratory.
 
And go fetch my laundry.
 
Somethings burning.
 
I walk into a smoke filled kitchen.
 
She has the overhead fan cranked on the stove.
 
"WTH is going on?"
 
"I put leftover pizza in the oven."
 
"I see the oven is set on 500."
 
"So?"
 
"Thats too high."
 
"Well its smoking because you haven't cleaned the oven!"
 
I then crawl on my belly like a reptile back to my safe space.
 
Because.
 
I love her.
 
And I know all too well.
 
She could have upgraded.
 
But I also know this.
 
For every wonderful.
 
Beautiful.
 
Loving.
 
Faithful.
 
mrs. blues.
 
There are twenty people that are sick and tired of her shit!
 
 
And now I have to go and clean the oven.
 
 
Why this post?
 
Because.
 
I want to know that its not just me.
 
 
Have mercy!
 
I love my wife. She's crazy and so am I. She just happens to be much hotter. I scored. Our wedding picture.
 

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Wife worships
 
soil
 
soles of my feet
 
brought through the door,
 
socks
 
skivvies
 
on the bathroom floor,
 
taps left running
 
cabinets not shut
 
shine of my pate
 
and the fat of my butt
 
couldn't find one
 
so she bought her own plier
 
doesn't mind at all
 
I'm a bald faced liar
 
 
 
If only it was that easy. I'm sorry is never the last word. She then has to remind you of all your past failures. You are not alone, TB.
 
salsalady said:
Just get in the last word and say... I'm sorry...
 
 
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