He really does deserve it...

So today is Wednesday. I have come to dread Wednesdays. Especially the first and third Wednesday of the month. That means I need to come up with a newsletter for MOPS. I have run out of ideas. I doubt that I will volunteer for publicity next year. My writing isn't quite kosher for a MOPS group. They don't want to hear about my crazy husband and his family or my crazy family.

My husband works at answering Emails and phone calls all day about different product lines he supports. The last thing he wants is a long Email from me. I usually abide by that and just him short and sweet ones.
Honey,
Please bring home milk, bread, and diapers.
Love you
Laura

Well not today. I asked him if he was going to take the C to please install the car seat in the M. I come down stairs this morning and the car seat is in the kitchen. That is totally not what I asked. I would demand it but then he would just take the whole car seat with him to work just to smite me.

This is what I sent him today. I made sure he would have to read it twice just to understand what I was getting at. He is such a butt sometimes. He deserves it.


Honey,

Why do I always have to switch over the car seat? I didn't realize it was that hard. Just joking. It doesn't matter to me. Just imagine this was said with a light hearted lilt in my voice. No not the normal shrew you usually hear. Thank you for leaving me my gloves.

I will probably wait until you get home to run to town anyways because I want to get my hair cut. Let me rephrase; I need to get my hair cut. It is a little hard to do with a 19 month-old with me. I will be ready to leave as soon as you get home. I will also try to have supper ready.

I am thinking Eggs and Bacon with toast. Eggs can be scrambled or over hard. If that doesn't sound appealing we also have pork chops and chicken. Just let me know.

I forgot today was the Wednesday before a MOPS meeting and I have to get the newsletter done. (I cannot wait until this year is done.) I am not going to be publicity next year. I am thinking craft maybe. Anyways, I won't have it done until right before you get home so you might as well watch Mason and I can get some me time. That way I don't have to pack up the stroller also. God forbid they have carts at the mall and I refuse to pay 5 bucks for a mall stroller that will just make him sick anyways.

I have called State Farm and Sarah is faxing you insurance cards for the C. I have it set up that the insurance for the Firebird will end Monday the 26th. That gives you the rest of the weekend and all weekend to get it home. When it ends it will automatically transfer to the 99 since we will be still driving it after the 1st when it was set to expire. Did all that make sense.

Sorry so long winded today. Probably a good thing I won't be home seeing as that I am leaning more towards a chatty cathy today and would just make you mad.

Love you
Laura

Don't forget to let me know about supper.

Note: Even if he doesn't want scrambled eggs and bacon for supper that is what he is getting. It doesn't matter if he is okay with it or not or if he wants over hard. He is getting scrambled eggs and bacon. If he wants toast he can make it himself.
Yes, he knows this and will get the hint.

Now that I have procrastinated enough I had better get that newsletter written.