Sunday, January 15, 2012
My Husband Is Out To Destroy Me. Also gerbils.
Me: Scott, real quick! I can't think of what to write about! What's the first thing that pops into your head? Now - GO!
I hate him.
I suspect he is trying to make fun of me. He's also doing very little to help me find a picture of him with a gerbil. I'm doubting his commitment and sincerity to this particular topic. He suggests I should just write everything I know about gerbils.
On top of everything he also refuses to make me a cup of tea and says he's going to go play Call of Duty instead. It's very difficult to find good help now a days. Honestly! Wait...hold on...I hear the water running down stairs! He is doing it! Ha! I Win.
Hmm, I should probably spell check this before I go any further. Done! I told Scott that I would only be ten minutes at the most. He's timing me. Who does that? Someone who wants to see you fail, that's who. Someone who gives you a terrible topic to write about, pretends to not make you tea and refuses to pose with a gerbil. Mind you I have no idea where to get a gerbil at this time of night. To the best of my knowledge they don't have drive through pet stores...yet. Hmm, memo to self.
I think my ten minutes is almost up.
Gerbils are small.