*Our story begins last night during dinner. After staring at me for several minutes with a WTF look on his face, Hubs decides to speak:
Hubs: Kelly, you really need to start taking better care of your stuff! You have a huge scratch on your glasses!
Me: *disgruntled stinkeye/pretends to not hear him, while thinking, "Oh fuck right off, are you my dad???*
*Fast forward to 0453 this morning. Phone rings. It is Hubs.
Hubs: Could you look in the garage/driveway to see if there's a pair of socks out there? They aren't in the car, and I had stuck my iPod in it.
Me: Sure. Let me go get the flashlight.
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Me: There's nothing here. Maybe you should take better care of your stuff?
BOOM.
Heheheheheh! Gotta love Karma.
ReplyDeleteLOL! I would use that one for DAYS on end.
ReplyDeleteOh karma, you magnificant bitch. What I am most impressed with is that you ACTUALLY went out and searched for his missing sock at oh dark thirty, with a flashlight no less. I would have been all "how is that my problem" right from my comfy and warm bed. BAM.
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