Okay. My recycled husband arrived on Friday around 9:30. Within half an hour, my living room was filled to capacity with junk. Well, not all junk, but no one could walk through it. During the mess and hustle, the bunny went MIA. We found it under a console tv in the play room, cowering in fear and attempting to gnaw through electrical wires in a failed attempt at bunnicide. Yesterday, we purchased extra special treats for him to make up for it. Poor little guy.
Also, I am revamping my idea on the recycling of husbands. Anyone seen Snatch? Yep. Pigs recycle too. I know this not only from the movie, but from one of my science courses. It appears that once pigs are done recycling, it is impossible to find DNA or fingerprints. Bone fragments also seem hard to come by. Honestly, though, it isn't all bad. He's actually trying to clean up after himself and to assist with child care. Plus, he spent all of his money on us which is never a bad thing. He is a mite upset that he and I haven't had conjugal time yet. The first night, I was exhausted. Yesterday, he woke me up from a nap and it irritated me and at bedtime, he was too tired. Tonight's the night. It'd better be or think I'll be divorced before we're remarried. Speaking of, was looking at a flyer for Iowa's Renaissance Festival which is only about 15 miles from my house this year. There's a website you can go to if you want to get married at the Festival. $200 plus period costume. You can have this made and purchased for keeps or rent for the ceremony. Lovely thought, not affordable at this time. Plus, the only people I know who would join the wedding ceremony like this live out of state. Hint Hint Nudge Nudge to Wendy. Grasshopper might, but Twitch would have a fit and I'd be forced to kill him and bury him a shallow unmarked grave. Will have to give it further consideration.
Part 2 of Men & Moving: As I stated previously, I fail to comprehend why men think that tossing stuff into boxes willy-nilly is an effecient way to pack and move. I hate moving and packing, but I at least make an attempt at organization. I just don't understand. Of course, I now get to go through two movie collections and dispose of duplicates and weed out ones we don't care for so we can make room for his movies on my entertainment center. I also have to come up with space for all his other stuff. Hell, I don't have room for MY stuff, much less his. I'm not sure is less prepared for this, me or him. Let's say .... him. Yeppers. Sounds good to me. As part of this whole move the recycled husband in bit, I have discovered a long list of things we need to go shopping for. And since they are things we actually need, he can't complain when I spend our (read his) money on all this stuff. Or when I'm weeding out stuff, if stuff of his makes it into the 'go' pile. After all, how many demo discs of games and movies does one need? And there are over 100 computer games here now and I'll bet my left tit that 80% of them never get played...by anyone.
Well, on that note, time to start the ole heave -- ho, search and destroy, out with the old mission. This could take months. If no one hears from me in a week, send a platoon bearing chocolate, sweet tea, and fried green tomatoes to the rescue. Oh, and some pain reliever wouldn't be bad, either. He's going to have an Excedrin headache by the time I'm done.
1 comment:
hehehehe!!!!!....knock some sense into him, baby. If you don't then I volunteer. However, there are a few things that having duplicates don't matter. I won't go into them at this point, but the idea is sound. I am so wasted. Woot!!!!!
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