In which my husband gets the last word. Dammit.

June 27, 2009

“Jon? I know we’ve decided to go with the AWESOMELY priced used knotty alder cabinets** for the kitchen instead of IKEA, but my mom is worried that you have some doubts about them.”

“No, I think it will be fine.”

“I know that. I just need you to not voice any doubts or problems you have to my mom because then she gets uncertain and I hear about it over and over until I feel pressure to fix and correct the problem.”

“Really? In that case, instead of complaining to your mom about cabinets I should tell her that I need WAY more blow jobs.”

blink, blink, blinkity-blink, blink.

“Dude. That would SO be grounds for divorce in some countries!!!”

“EXACTLY.”

**Huge, huge thanks and kisses to the awesome-cabinet-owning-friend who knows who she is. xo!

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