Yep. He can't handle vomit. Other bodily fluids he can deal with, but not vomit (especially at 3 in the morning....)
Blah blah blah - geez Debbie - Obama does no wrong. You know that right?
Oh my gosh, your husband is the sweetest thing ever. Was the tree empty?
I wear glasses - I hate them. All of the frames are small, but that's the style now. Good luck in finding what you need - hope your headaches go away.
No biggie.
This has nothing to do with our thread, but you know how we're looking for a new vehicle? Yesterday I made DH come with me to talk with the sales guy. I am perfectly able to talk with him on my own, but I wanted DH there to actually look at the cars and help me decide on what I want. When it comes to the actual negotiations, I'd prefer DH to not be with me as he messes things up.
Anyway, he came and saw all of the great rebates that are out there on the 2008s. He just called me and told me that he wants to buy a new truck for him too because the deals are so good.
What in the heck is his problem? The only reason why we are buying me a car is because we have to turn our car in. I wanted to just buy the car we've been leasing, but DH insisted that we get a new car so we don't have anyone else's problems (um, honey, we're the only people who have been driving it). His truck is a 2004 and has about 100,000 miles on it. His tackometer is acting up and his gas mileage has gone down. We are two payments from his truck being paid off and now he wants to buy another one? Let's just fix the darn thing. With this kind of thinking, no wonder we are in debt. He just doesn't get it. I need to put him in charge of the bills for a few months so he will get it, but the last time I did that, he screwed everything up. We weren't late or anything, but he threw everything away - including tax paperwork that said "keep." Gah.
He's a great husband, a great dad and a great doc. I need to keep saying this when he does things like this. Oh, and when I told him that I didn't think it was a good idea, he got all huffy with me. Gah.
Okay, rant over.